Within the folds… Poetry

I do not have to see the tree to feel as if a part of its roots, or to feel the salted water caress my soul to know the essence of the deepest ocean. I do not have to fly like a butterfly to understand the movement of the wind upon my being, I do […]

via Within the folds — Peace, love and patchouli

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