The moon lite the room- then dawn

On this Easter Morning,

I feel my inner rabbit….

She who hops in the places of the in- between.

A shaman with a basket of eggs…

“No need to hold back from your personal glory”

She says to the bunny

“This world is the stuff of dreams.”

So push off with your strong legs

The unknown is not meant to be known.

“Don’t fall for the trap of a lesser life.”