This is where life begins: without the knowledge of knowing who is huge or tiny, black or blue.

Stay familiar with optimism and resist tribalism, we are one: bleeding the same red blood in this life.

Listen to the bird’s sing the melodies of affection and desire, humming with full of life.

Destruction is far away from all human understanding on my valley of life.

Sip with a bull right in front of it’s eyes, and observe it’s wild scary looks through this life.

Bullseye’s right on the spot of love, with a warning in between, let’s sip from the water of life.

Let’s be “harmless as doves and wise as serpents,” measure twice and cut once on this very life.

This is where life was always was: put a full-stop and say this is right from the write of my life.