we encourage healing the wounds we inherit.
Play is its own goal. In play we surrender to the process. Surrender allows healing. So we swim in whimsy, goal-free and easy.
Goal-free we cannot fail, but we can ever improve. We get better faster through fun. Unfettered joy gives us feathers. So we shed praise and blame. We fumble and frolic. Folly widens our smile.
Risk rewards us with fun, but bears a chance of harm. And harm hampers healing. So we remind to be kind, to always be asking, adoring all beings.
We live in a society of separate selves. We each bear the wounds of disunion. We all need to heal. To heal we must do the work. Play is work we enjoy.
Our identities, these separate bubbles, are fragile illusions.
But rubbed together, bubbles make foam. Cells within cells within cells, we eat, play, love, sleep.
We gather to lather, to form the foam of life, all beings interbeing.