My guest is a drop of rain. He comes politely and I welcome him with warmth. Gently downloads on my face.
I allow the feeling of glance. I accept awaking in my tired body. I embrace and flow with soft wind. Flying with my arms of colors.
Sharing my tea of knowledge and cookies of my fears. We sit together creating music. Cracks and breathing surround in our living room.
It’s hard to breathe through my stones in lungs. The stones made from cork. The air is tripping through small holes in a corky paths.
I just allow and let it flow..
#contemplation
#corkytown
#allow
#inspiral
#breath
#yonibee
