Seeds of Hope

Seeds of hope, are seeds of change- in which the time is, now. The way of fog seeps to the lowest place- absorbs, wraps, and gives whispers of itself to you. Your breath, becomes the air. Your thoughts, become the system. Your body is reflective, of your very nature. Surrounding you, the world becomes reflective, and through the eyes we learn to listen. How do your eyes see, that of the world?

Images, become an interpretation- carrying the resonance from somewhere through the reference of time. There could be an infinite number of universes in existence, so let’s practice to be still. The sounds you are hearing, return you to nature. Listen to what the world is saying? Become, attune and strengthen the habits of hearing through the shape of the heart. Never deny yourself the power of love.

Seeds of hope are wishes for the future. In this moment, I hear her calling- Grandmother, I’m reminded of your jelly; The peanut Butter sandwiches you once made me, stuck really well to the roof of the mouth. Thank you for wonder. Thank you for bread.

Be well, sweet one, and use your imagination. Imagine yourself flying. Imagine your tomorrow. Imagine hope. Like seeds, hope is filled with greatness. We are the butterfly. We are tomorrow. We will replenish. Now, blossom. May you always feel connected, and unafraid. Touch yourself. Our ancestors wished for this, a great returning.