like the soaring of a reaching flower

still. peaceful.

and soaring...

a yearning so great,

so deeply rooted,

it takes flight into it's own skies

the heart is the sun and the flower

each dream i live.

what fertility. underneath the underneath. dreaming is already like splashing below the surface of the water and opening your eyes except sometimes it's the dirt garden surface instead of water and oh, this is what seeds are up to before they pop through.

root the root. we drink the sky

-noa wotton

Your and my ignorance play us against us each other

Let us grow a garden of awareness

And feed the world with the food our garden grew