Flow by Valencia Saint-Louis
I am the eye of the hurricane,
the eye of wisdom,
the one who sees you eye to eye
and doesn’t believe in an eye for an eye.

I enjoy flowing like waves
And growing like waves
And dropping like rain
And washing down pain

Sprinkles of love
I drizzle above
sleeping tsunamis.

Mellow watermelon,
pretty peaches
Zen is my favorite season

I like being a full moon.
The aura
of a spring afternoon.