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| From Photosynthi-Cell © meghan oona / www.realeyesgallery.com |
I’ve been hanging out in the garden with the mystic lovers. They took me in; me! with my wounded heart that opens slow. They loved, and it reminded me how that encompassing way can erase old wounds and turn fear into courage. The intoxication, the wild vegetation, the music and the lights enfold us in our sacred groves and we dance; our arms the galaxy’s arms. Stardust lovingly overflows once your pure white chalice has received this nectar.
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| From Photosynthi-Cell © meghan oona / www.realeyesgallery.com |
