I meet the land with innocence,
greeting the day with the song of
the ancient Heart Sutra.
Lake resounds
snap, crackle, pop
go her melting crystals.
Solo kayaker comes into awareness
far off toward the distant shore
harbinger of spring.
Paddle through air, into water, and back to air.
Moving forward through time
with grace, ease and beauty.
The way we are meant to move.
Grace~Ease~Beauty
How may we create beauty amongst the chaos?
How may we ease another’s burden?
How may we grace this Earth with kindness?
With love & light, Willow 