Ease
Breeze
Yellow Sun
Sunday Morning
Another has come
White cotton cloth
Drapes over table
Cinnamon like perfume
Fills the air
Laughter echoes
We need no permission
Joy is ours
Rest, my heritage
Practice of delight
Cosmic hues of blues and purples swirl
Dimensions unfold on the tips of my fingers
Futures bend in my favor and
Possibilities are born
When I rest
a soft place of rest 