I am the emptiness that cradles your bones the light that reflects on a droplet of water an illusion

he dries a dish. sunlight hitting his eyelids through the mottled glass pane, the wind blows eloquently, I am endless creating, and a vessel that transforms all that passes through it

the prism that breaks the white light into rainbows

I do not stain what I perceive, do not strangle the things that I love, but let them go, to fly upwards, so I may see them spread their glorious wings