meadow Forming Mind bright colors streak her hair. feet leaping in the wind's rhthym. spinning, twirling, existing. Existing. She is real. She moves. Open spaces and a clear blue sky surround her. They take everything away and look at her. Watching her movements to change, but all it returns. Returns in her step, her footprints in the warm grass. The wind traveling through her hair. The butterfly that perches on a blade of grass as she sits crosse-legged to rest. Freedom of the mind. And freedom to leave and go her mind as it happens. Smile precious, the butterfly has never been so happy to rest with you. 041213 ... emmi pink flower meadows, your heart 060512 what's it to you? who go blather from