The plant teacher and you. Granted, two worlds that are energetically connected as parts of this web of life. Yet, the physical ingestion of a well-intended preparation of a concoction made from one or more plants is where worlds meet and collide.
I always wondered about heaven
What and where is it?
How does it feel?
A human wondering in the field
Moon, where are you?
Where is the light
In my night sky?
How many times
I looked at your face?
How many rhymes
Hummed with your grace?
You disappeared
Without leaving a trace?
When secrets were shared,
And prayers were raised.
“Remember beautiful, remember,
You are still breathing, surrender,
Feel me in you, oh so…
Dear Self,
What do you need?
Do you need to shed some tears? The soil is here, right beneath you.
Drop the fight and surrender. Cry the shame out.Cry the pain out.Cry the anger out.