Colors swirls all around me and the winds of fall take up my prayer, like leaves that are released...

This tree bears figs juicy of fruits it's brances reach and reach til wanting to reach is part of its make it.

I know  I reach  I am I touch,  I am in the way of beauty, in the way of light,  I have fruit ready to bear it's seeds and blossom to its fullest, ripest, most attractive state.

The pray can only be

Lord come

    With tears of yearning for the beloved 

Below every surface of contemplation

I am