
In the evenings we gather
Near the tree
We sit in a circle
And listen to the stories
That the tree tells
Nobody talks
And we all cry
Because we love the stories
So much
And we love the way
It feels as if
Every story
Has its roots
In nothing.
Healing and growth through intuitive art
As you see
The areas overlap
And struggle with each other
For control of the same space
And what if they knew
That the same space
Is open and given to every one of them
With no limitations
All with love and joy and acceptance
Be they as they want to be
And the radiating hurt
Is like roots
Trying to hold on
With fingernails
To a piece of ground with no water
Or food
Bt they can change their experience
And feel blessed
In being able to dance that dance
And infinite number of others
For all eternity
With nothing to loose
Nothing to gain
Just joy.
The way the roots develop
Is by inclusion of the earth
That is around them
The earth drinks the thoughts of the sky
And if you look at
How the earth is speaking body language
You’ll see
That the intensity of your pain
Is gone
Your fields are organized and loved
Your heart is green.
It is about my nerves growing, eating what the body has to offer them. The thoughts of the sky that feed the earth are my thoughts that create my body, and having changed my thoughts, the body, which is earth too, responds accordingly.
This is what my intuition says.