Every tear you cry is water for a leaf of grass which grows into your field of gold.
Don’t try to fit into Shapes that are not yours.
Read MoreThe Land is alive with music of footprints once made. Invisible story lines of Wisdom and Power. Like a Grand Mother with a thousand secret tales to tell
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Some places you can only go by being humbled
Read MoreShe is the Wind. No one knows where she comes from, and she can change direction without explaining herself to anyone.
Read MoreClose the Doors with Gratitude to the Rooms in your Heart that once were. Rooms with people you once danced with. Rooms made of Love your once poured. Rooms that can never be entered again.
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Let your schemes and concepts fall.
Allow Life to form