Clean (poetry + art)

The signs coming fast, my frequency holds,
anticipating while it all unfolds.

Releasing conditions, the cycle breaks,
knowing that we have whatever it takes.

No destinations are clouding my mind,
enjoying the path and all that I find.

Soul abuzz with the resonance of fate;
Feeling it come, never early or late.

As one journey ends and the next begins,
we are washed clean, returned to innocence.