to see the grand connections
to perceive the woven blanket
to sense the touch between the lines
to take nothing for your self
to blend together with the spaces
in-between the boundaries
to lose delineation, bereft of border, as the water
to fly chasing one another, with the wind, the air, the sky
to bunker down and shelter ‘neath the trees, within the leaves
calling out, at once, again and leaving, for no reason, for play, for dance