The absurdity of nothingness.
When the mind can rest and thoughts can settle into butterflies.
When the wind will lean toward my sanctuary and let rain wash out the dampness.
Lightness of being can only be lightness of heart.
And lightness of heart can only be found in what is truly within; endearing love. One that is never burdened, one that is only what is now and what will be forever, unrequited and kind, as the place that holds eternity.
The Palm Tree, watercolor on cold press paper 12×15