Vast

 I love vases. Empty and full of flowers, it does not matter. They always contain happiness.
 Virtue has regained its colour for me lately, delighted winners
 of green apples, an arrow through and arms pointing to the sky.
 Non-linear, it is the way it does not go, when it does, when it does
 not need to be told, be spoken of, exorcized or orbited around.

 Simply, it is here. It is like tasting avocado for the first time.
 Unexpected and expected. Who knew life had this certainty?
 I hover, I breathe through and wonder at how much more there is to discover...
 when you love the cosmos, it gets you invisible tulips, every day.