30
Jun

Listening

The soothing spirit speaks. Mystical in its silence. In the whispering water. The rustling of leaves. Layers of brightness wash across the dawn. An unfolding flower, the mind begins to yawn. The inside venturing out. Like a seed bulging beyond itself. Becoming the dream of whatever being. Tiny wings pulsing. Fluttering. Lighter than love. Free.

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