Fall sweetly to the ground. On the way down… Feel the air kiss your skin. Hear Mother Earth prepare for you. Smell the fragrance of your next birth. Have you forgotten the fertile soil that awaits you there? Your soul remembers. The treasures hidden in the darkness. Savor each moment of the fall. We’ll meet …
A creative wildness can be felt rippling through the earth. Bursting forth from deep in the land. Deep in Gaia. Deep in humans. The animals. The trees. All of nature.
As if the whole world is coming alive. Into a potent delicious divine harmony.
A thick honey that we can touch.
Fertility is in the air. For all of us to drink. Freely. Can you taste Her?
Through your physical senses. Your rich playground of capillaries to Life. To your Self. To the earth. To Her beauty. And to the sweetness of Her essence. All around us. Within us. Everywhere.
There is no place She is not.
And our breath is the thread that takes us there.
There is so much richness unfolding on this sacred planet. Which we can not see with our human eyes. It is beneath the ground. Threads of an unfathomable creative process. So miraculous and incomprehensible. As it swirls and twirls. Following an intelligence of unspeakable magnificence.