Of all the flowers in the field
you are the bush which I gather in my arms
and hold most close to be kissed
by the sun and the moon
as favorite of my creation.
Fly my love.
Flow with life
dance with the seasons,
erupt with volcanoes
chase the heights of thunderstorms
and blazing skies.
Loose yourself in all the infinite ways
life is showing up for your delight.
On the wings of this love
soar to freedom
in which ever way life is calling you.