Clouds

8:-

When the weight of the world feels to dense to carry and the grasp to attachment clings to the clouds. Seek shelter inside and whisper into the core 'I forgive you' The dark cannot exist without the light, invite yourself the chance to start again.

Water intently the flower, root deeply back among the earth and into the remembrance. We are in the infinite dance of polarity, the seasons all in one.

The witness and the clouds.