Gentle

My hand lightly put on my heart.

With eyes slowly closed.

Listen. 

A soft wind blowing.

The trees drawing big and round circles.

The flower seeds lightly flying up drawing curves

Ah, it is like dreaming.

Magic.

Bright, bright sun.

Leisurely flowing water.

One bird of love and hope on the heart.

Loved ones. 

In the warm light,

people, animals, nature are all

one.

Rest 

  together.

The mind

Chagall's slight pencil lines and 

a few delicate, simple colours share.  

Kindness

Gentleness.

New days

start like this.

Now.

Here.


"In our life, there is a single colour...
It is the colour of love."  

Marc Chagall