Speaking of Intuition

I sit at the base of my spine and contemplate
Breathing in harmony with the various
Layers of movement like veils on
Toddlers playing dress up in suburban garages
Where we planted the seeds of our realities
This world is light and white cascading over
The shadows that hide the continents of our truth
Where we speak softly into the snow
Letting our voices freeze over in the winter
And sprout holistic in the spring

Author: Erica V.

Always seriously joking and rambunctiously soft-spoken.

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