Each book a mirror for the cycle of life, each word carefully held in a hive.
Every cover rich in former stories, cleansed first to only remain its glories.
Blank pages resembling your pure place, lovingly created to smoothly face and courageously figure out your own maze.
May your writings reveal your truth, your humble actions holding proof,
Your focus easily persists, as a homage to the inherent beauty that exists,
Within and around you, while only coming through, if you choose to be still and see. Such a simple key to ultimately be.
- LAV






