☆no rush ☆

The wind brings the world

Raw ocean air with crystals of ice

I close my eyes to feel it and be it

And in the smell of melting snow and smoke and blooming flower buds

Life Is not your feet or hands or brain

And how fast they can travel

Life Is your fingertips and cheeks and warmth

I wish to have a big life

To live with my whole

And when the sun seeps between the trees

And the leaves turn the colour of sunsets

There should be no running with hands and feet and brain

I want the truth in water droplets on leaves and wheat fields 

of all things rich and lush

No rush

No rush

No comparison