Healing and growth through intuitive art
A tree reaching up
Above the blanket
Of green
Things become airy
Somewhere in the wilderness
A tree stands
In its raised hands
It holds you
And when you can see
Above the canopy
The mind goes to sleep
You know then
That it is beyond your control
To hold another world
In your thoughts
A tree
Reaching up in the mist
Turns very delicate
Too fast
Still remembering
How it came
From the rock.
Coming from the earth
Bend forward and blow a bubble in front of you
In it you’ll see a faint image of a hero
That you were
From your thoughts
Create an evolution of suns
Which are what you will be
You are coming from the earth
It seems
Standing on it
You perform your magical deeds
But you are that energy
That comes from deeper than the earth
To make the earth
To make you
And your miracles
Do you like the taste of it?
You have never been a hero
You will never be an evolution of suns
Because you are always
All of it.
Always
All of it.
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