HERE LIES BEGINNING LEARNED

the act of seeing with no sight,  paint pictures in gaudy and statuesque movements,  push down barriers and pull at weeds creation deep , sticky and new , crafting a mosaic takes time , let me prepare some tea , milk and honey nips gently at the imagination of a run on a cloud , the silence loud and breaking , wink your eye at me and take me hold steady to righteous purity held in your hands and mine , delight in the essence of balance giving birth to time , a golden chapter of proof you and I are one in spirit , the subtle first cry , did you hear it?.