Hello to everyone in the northern hemisphere! It’s Summer time! Enjoy the fruits of your labor. It is harvest time! Much love and blessings to you.
In My Tree,
On The Tree
Your fingers glide across my skin. Like wind touching a magnolia leaf. Your pace settles my beat. The flames of yin and yang find their dance within me.
By Keota Picou
Wet wings are drying
Someone should learn this scene
Listen as the cicada sings
The wind refuse to blow
While the laughter quietly leaves
Eaten by the eyes of the people
Peeling away a spirit at the seams
Break apart as it breaks the box
Not one of these souls hold to dreams
They instead claw at hope
Resting their woes inside of Keys
Poem: Keota Picou
Isn’t this dark forest beautiful? A place of peace and power. A place of hard truths and hidden lessons. Training. Blessings. There is love here. I feel strength here. My feet are planted as roots into Mother Earth and I thank You. Inspired, motivated, and blessed.
In My Tree,
I am in love with Mother Nature. She takes care of us all while trying to heal herself. Today was pleasant and peaceful here in the south. Meditation, quiet celebrations, and positive flow of energy all around. Thank you Mother Nature. I am grateful. 💟🌎🌍🌳🌞🌚✨💚🐞