Tears of memory. Love filling up, overwhelming, connecting Heaven and Earth. See the god in my eye, in your eye. Walk the moor in love and laughter In the height of summer sun, travel the land, absorb the humans along the way. Look into the other’s eye and see the love there. All is swell, forever more. The gold is within and without. Hold it, then let it go back to the stars it came from. Everything cycles, nothing remains, until it comes back again. Flow.

Posted by Joanne Sprott at 2022-06-12 17:10:46 UTC