Spontaneity

In a ballet of restrictive and stifling carriage, we strike into the depths of our imagination and boundless intuition on a rollercoaster soaring free from rigid clips, venturing into a cosmic sphere where dreams take flight, on Saturn's rings, exhilarating twists and turns. Firm on the grand stage, we play roughly and smoothly, each length, a part of nature's layers. Flames cannot be known by names alone, until a touch signifies its friendliness, an improvised whirl flows from each planet's curves, a feeling extended to its neighbours. We shamelessly surrender to the rhythm of the divine, navigating each realm through our inner voice, slowly bringing it to reality, where we find our worth in positive existence. Nature's wings sting through the murmurs of rustling trees. The twirl of the winds sings whispers of vibrations. Silent energy embraces the soul of the moon, giving us insights where we paint through without worrying about the result. Entangled in the sweet rhythm of unknown tones with languages that stir you into another dimension, beating to the smile of strangers, soaring high just to see low. Play tags without keeping taps. Read dialogues to friends with no lines, go unnoticed in perfection, craving attention so you live without scripts. Discarding narrow thought flow crutch We learn directly by soft touch And what we garner we relay To the vast void in childlike play Entwined this with the universe We dance without the need to rehearse.