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 ♥️
Melting into silence. My body sighs. It’s tightly bound form unravels. The edges of who I am, are limitless. Silence beckons me. A wanton lover & to it, I yield.
In a world of noise, where do you go for silence? All our knowing of “self”. Our individuality, our passions and dreams, our unique medicine, waits patiently in the
Begin With The Navel. The Centre Of you. In a world that is in constant change and adjustment, how do we maintain that we do not get distracted with external
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