@EvanG 27 April 2021 more from that month

To who so ever

Rustling leaves remind me of my own freedom. I see the open sky peeping through funny formations of clouds. They are moving. They are changing colors. They don't have many options so they play amidst the shades of grey. I wish I could convey the joy of being one with whatever that I see. I wish I could take everyone along on the stroll. A glimpse of it can swallow the sufferings of the entire planet. Can we see that? When we can't see, we can't love and when we can't love, we can't live. Read or write this in which ever order. It will scream out loud the same thing. I feel creation is a constant act of forgiveness. You can only create when you are able to understand. To understand is to love. To love is to see. To see is to embrace. To embrace is to be one. To be one is to come back home. To come back home is to be immortal.