Only one can control the light.
Transparent, hiding not behind the masks of men.
With strength of thought to cultivate the finest fruit, to grow the strongest tree, creating the perfect flower.
Reality, becomes dreams within heartbeats, moved by desire, compassion, and love.
The flowing streams, rivers, and oceans.
Living as one in the infinite waves of energy.
Going back to the first spark.
The first dance.
Where there is no me, or you. Just one, dancing in the field with one.