is it not sacred, this sweetness you lick from the Earth? and does it not make you so lovely to be so apart of it all: as lovely as the thunder itself, as damp as the grass, as warm as the flame?
I rather fancied the inner Heart of endless space, without a physical ceiling. I was listening to the subtle soundscapes of water flowing down a brook. It had me mesmerized. The lines started to go forth. Nature is both spiritual & external. I hear the waves of a distant shoreline, how stars streak through moonlit skies. I connect with e.e. cummings and his lack of punctuation. We must be like glades of deep, inviting grasslands, the shimmering of foreign winds. Thank you little voices. You are beloved. You are the Universe wrapped in a lullaby of elegant dreams.
several favorites here... e.e.... little princess... thank you for this journey today
thank you for walking with me. <3
--- Thank you so much for being such a huge little Voice ! !
and thank you for your open Heart <3
Wonderful . . .
and you, little voice.
I rather fancied the inner Heart of endless space, without a physical ceiling. I was listening to the subtle soundscapes of water flowing down a brook. It had me mesmerized. The lines started to go forth. Nature is both spiritual & external. I hear the waves of a distant shoreline, how stars streak through moonlit skies. I connect with e.e. cummings and his lack of punctuation. We must be like glades of deep, inviting grasslands, the shimmering of foreign winds. Thank you little voices. You are beloved. You are the Universe wrapped in a lullaby of elegant dreams.