Humming Painting

This is the beginning: where we are born. Each day, dawn light floods us and warms the world. My hands hold it all – infinity. Here I am: in the field, palm to sky; I am watching the clouds, humming; I am forming the clouds. There is perfect balance: through the cracks there is night, in the sky there are birds, their wings blue-bright with sun. This is the beginning: where we open, where we find ourselves elastic dreamers, cloud-bright, beaming golden with life, possibility.