Songs of infinity pour through this vessel of clay and bone.

A moment I knew that peace and contentment weren’t because of things.

They were magnetic. They were magical. They were mesmerizing. They were glorious.

For this age of challenge and change.

Let the gale winds shriek, let the lightning split the air, let the rains lash and thunder.

There is a not needing to know in the tying of your shoe.