Blurred Lines…

In the hands of Mother Nature

Balancing on a ripple that reflects the sky

Dancing among the blues beneath

As the arms push you in the direction you wish to go.

The white clouds bubbling when connecting to the surface

The yellow grain upturned and gracefully startled

Settling back into place as the liquid lines have smoothed

And all else around you seems quiet and still.

Again and again the hands capture you

Pushing you along the shining walls

The free flow of liberation takes over you

Silently obtaining erratic overwhelming emotion.

These are blurred lines.