Here and now in providence, my providence is beautiful. Peace resides and no one has a grip.. The wheels of motion we call time have lulled as the mind rests. The intricate chimes of the mind chime beautiful as we rest above what is. A long time its been since we met our solice given rest from strife and opportune. The cage is open, freedom melts its walls. Wrestling notions have flown away and I am left with you. Looking into myself I see the ocean.