at others with new eyes.That flower you passed yesterday is not the same flower. However slight she has changed.
To see her with “old eyes”, to look at her through your mind, is to deny the flower & yourself of today’s beauty.
You, I, We … are the flowers ♥️
Reflection ~ The past few mornings, this has been “asked” of me.
Tantric Reflection ~
Tantric Life ~ Once upon a time, over many a sun and moon, I longed to belong … To belong with someone. To belong in a place. To belong on
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