may we, adults, look at children with the freshness of the new wind touching their skin

may we look at children as a bridge back home, to our nature, to wisdom

may we look at children taking care of our projections, to really look at them

may we see with clear eyes who the child is at that moment, contemplating who we are and our transformations in that encounter

may we allow ourselves be touched by the poetry of play

may we let ourselves be touched by every smile and every cry, by every expression

may we feel their presence

may we be present with them