For it is true, in these spaces,
We can live, in both places.
What blooms here, was ignited there,
A world of music, light and air.
There is a bridge, that crosses over;
Beyond perception, through the clover.
In a whisper, with a dream,
No-thing here, yet everything.
In this existence, there is no resistance;
There is clarity and pure intention.
We are mysterious – beautiful – perfection.
Like children we laugh and all life elevates;
We blend our colors, and nature regenerates.
We reach, heal, share and create,
The eternal connection is the breath of Heaven,
We are in-between.