My hands rest on the canvas of my dreams. I am the composer and the artist and the symphony and the painting. Moving deftly, slowly, clumsily, recklessly, thoughtfully – moving, moving, moving. My hands were made to write the songs of my heart, my heart was made to sing the songs of the universe. The universe was made to dance the dance of life with me.

My hands rest on the crux of realization, connecting heart, soul, mind, atom, galaxy, thought, and word. Let the dreams forever flow, freely and powerfully; let the majesty of life move my mind to write.