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 ♥️
The beginning of last year it came to me, quite loudly a pattern in my life. A pattern so hidden from
Beauty and the beast. Alive in all of us … yet which do we allow and which do we deny? Do we have the courage to be vulnerable? To say
We speak of men having an agenda that we can subconsciously feel in a touch … an agenda that our Yoni is purely an object for sexual intercourse and birthing
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