Silent grace
Inner pace
The land is furtile
Sacred is the ground
Listen to the sounds
The hearbeat in everything
The same heartbeat in you n me.
How beautiful all is if we choose to look at it through love.
Step into my shoes, its a beautiful mess right?
Too tight? Barefoot, our feet kissing the earth is where we unite where there's no me no you no shoes
You are now, here forever.
Never alone
So lay your head down
Remember the mother
No space other than this sacred space
where there is only infinity to greet
Tender, be gentle on you
Keep going
There is no race
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