Grounding, ongoing

You lay on the floor and breathe.

Hands rest on heart, stomach.

The body breathes.

Space doesn’t exist.

Fear and joy melt.

The clock in a drawer.

Breath brings oneness and nothing.

Oranges.

Stretching, contracting.

Melody in the waves.

Puppy naps.

Coffee for the birds.

A field of wild flowers.

Notes to past & future.

Wardrobe, space, empty.

Breath brings oneness and nothing.

Nurturing nature.

Warm, cold oceans.

Self-Love.

Cry.

Bare ground swallows.

Give up—is it freeing?

You remember it was never yours to begin with.

Ongoing, grounding.

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A brown body voyaging through space and time, opening towards enlightenment with every breath. Creating & sustaining systems of long-lasting impact.