Awash w/ color, walking grace, won't let it go, for there's music in the water, sunlight in my soul.  I walk the path and listen to the wind. I hear its voice at last, as trees bow their heads, the leaves share their secrets, the mountains grasp cloud beds. I pull it all in my lap and realize in the beauty the thing I lack, not the need to hold it but to find myself held, so that I'm spilled out in the cloud burst to soak it up again, blessed by the One guiding me home.