Spread it like butter on toast.
Let it melt from your hands and ooze into the cracks of your
voice.
Let it stick to the things you touch, like honey clinging to honeycomb.
Let it flutter like a butterfly in a turquoise sky, emanating with each flapping of its wings.
Let it hover like the fog on a humid and rainy day ; heavy, hazy, blurry.
Let it float like the fluffy cotton clouds, idly passing by.
Let it rise and fall like the button of your belly.
Breath by breath.
Let it warm your sore throat, like hot tea traveling through your veins.
Healing.
Like the fire blazing in your chimney, golden oranges and yellows sporadically sprouting through,
With each
crackle
the fire
Grows,
and the heat
Spreads.
Love.
It should be simple.
(But it isn’t.)
At once, let it permeate in everything you do.
Like the vibrant pink hues of the rising sun seep through the early day.
Like the gentle breeze of spring air lightly caresses your hairs.
Like the ebb and flow of the ocean’s waves, at once advancing and receding upon the dampened sand.
It is everywhere.
Ethereal.
Love.