No, not like that. I don't mean to give you anything. Not anything you can hold, anyway.
Hold out your hands, like you're trying to embrace the stars, like you're being cleansed by a shower of sunshine. Hold out your hands like the world is giving you everything it has. Hold out your hands like you're about to take flight, if you only jumped up to try.
And when you do, you'll suddenly feel the ground turning around you while you stand still in this singular moment. You'll hear the sound of hope, and it's just foliage blowing together in the light wind. You'll understand truth, and it's just grass brushing your ankles with green kisses. You'll see the meaning of life, sitting simply and idly beside you, all around you, hidden in the blinding light reflecting on the hills, and in each color of every flower.
White, like a lonely pure cloud smili