There is knowledge living in our bones.
Wisdom of our ancestors imbued in our blood.
As we heal, flowers fill the spaces where there was once darkness.
Transmuted by the power of our inner essence.
How beautifully painful it is to see clearly. Eyes wide open to the vast spaciousness of what resides within, and without.
Transcending all that once was— to all that will be. Can you feel it? Break free.
~ you are so loved.
