We cycle through,

Lifetimes of thought.

Round and round we go,

Chasing the hamster or becoming the same.

Caught in the trap,

Of having to move continuously.

Pause.

Sit.

Breathe.

Bathe in the healing breath,

Of what was

And what may be.

Rinse off,

Wipe the dirt clear.

It is time for play,

Expression of self.

Our deepest desires,

Hidden.

No longer,

We find our playground.

We find a song,

Resonating with soul.

We paint,

A brighter picture.

For self,

Family

And community.

Work can wait,

It is time to play.

Take time to play, feeding a deeper desire for self happiness…Ani Po