Branches

Branches dance in place
become more of themselves

Expand

May our intention expand to fill our space.

Other things do, otherwise, like distractions.

Breath pulses thus.

Breath

It is part of our dance.

Multi

Fluctuate across dimensions. Intensity, span, speed. Energy, space, time. Each with its amplitude, frequency, flair.

Fullness

Seeking fullness in a field of maybes can be tiring.

Naked

Naked trees, sleeping trees, quiver softly under a grey blue sky. Ten thousand wooden fingers, painting in empty space. Ten thousand strands of lightning, from root to cold twig.