Yarrow—you hold the cosmos in your crown. No holding back of healing gifts. No holding back of love. A familiar, distant remembering tugging at my soul. Coming to know my Vast Self. Traveling home.
Poetry
Sacred Geometry
Fleeting cohesions of morning dew ~ dandelion transformed. Transfixed by your light seeking hidden messages with a soft gaze. Tell me more! Be still . . . only drink in my beauty in this moment.