Open Letter to Lilaics

I've kissed open my own lotus to bloom yet more flowers remain to bud. I open my heart to the swaying of the wind and the way the sand has no direction beneath my toes. I surrender to the erupting laughter and let myself pinwheel in my dress with my arms spread wide. I kiss myself. With words. With thoughts, sometimes, and when I don't I hope I'll always step back and let ego have its function without taking over. I hug this tree I refuse to name the beauty of. It is limitless, nameless, speechless, yet it says so much to me and in return I say thank you. I am so grateful. The sun kisses my face, too and brightens my third eye as I breathe deeply.