Purest form is a mind stark white.
An empty canvas unrushed to dress.
A now now now now now frame that doesn’t desist.
A soft focused eyeful with steady and attended pulmonary response.
Where everything is from the same, original cell~
Once and still somehow.
It’s advanced harmonics at play.
And the breeze blow the trees in unison,
while figurative branches burst to bloom.
Pigeon Heart Ponderings 
A poetry kind of day, no? I absolutely love the first line.
Im feeling so. Thanks sissy*