For R.

Empty. Burdened. Longing. Seeking. Looking in the closets. Drawing in through words. Walking as Atlantis. Except the legs are dragging. The weight. The burden. The longing and the seeking. Less is infinitely more. Easy. Gentle. Relaxed state of existence. Seeing and expressing what is. Honest. Simple. Gracious. It’s ok. Breathe, my darling. Sit your weary body down. Take off the world. Stretch yourself out. In all possible directions. Open up the pores, let the rain and the breeze cleanse and the sun heal. All of you. Open up. Drop the expectations. The disappointment. Step out of the trap. The trap is just imagination. Of your imagination. Freedom awaits. With more love and life. More than ever imagined. The little guys know it. The big kids are the confused ones. Creation is infinite. Myriads of possibilities. Existing like the stars. Waiting to shine upon you. Touch the handle. Gently. Turn the knob. Quietly. Listen. Feel. The compass is pointing. Read it. Carefully. Stay. Or go. No matter. It’s all ok. Breathe, my darling. You have all you ever needed. See. Feel. Full.