Walking with the key to the gate to the garden that hosts a myriad of healing gifts.
Not every bit of medicine comes like nectar but these days i taste it all as sweet
The gifts of freedom and allowance come when breaking chains of conformity
Looking into the eyes of spirit in all forms of nature’s being shatters the “truth” of a cage.
Wingspan widens when given the space
Own your experience in every lesson–listen to the song you wrote
It’s quite beautiful even if you are unsure of the notes
Even the excrement of mass conception can grow the sweetest blossom