May the frequencies of your future elevate your language into laughter. May the ease of your breeze grow your roots to the heights of your hopes. May the way you serve everything lead your roots to blossom bountiful blessings. May the peace of your stature strengthen your cycles. May the act of your existence align you with the breath of your belonging. May you go where you grow and seed the faith of the flow. May the flow of your future selves feed the fairy tales of your vibrational cellves.
Sellibrating Seeds. Growing Deeds. Regenerating the Feeds.
Trees of time; Leaves of life; Ways of living.
In the motion of the ocean, the powers of air's potions: we breathe in what we put out. We inhale our trees and exhale our me's.
Even the cellular cycle of releasing fat is through our breath. When we release the excess, we gain access. Spirituality is science. Spirits are signs. and the -ality is the totality of the synchronicities.
We are trees of tales. Some paper, some air; some shade, some shelter; some grand, some green. All God.
We are a collection of breathing beauties of blossoming cells and brilliant bodies of standing as Earth's wells. The deeper the roots, the bountiful our fruits.
For the aging process is designed through circles, just like time. We go round and round through our cycle of our eternity.
For every ring, there's a chapter. For every year, there are memories in the cycles and through the circles. All by design. All in perfected time.
The trees? They stand through. They stand within. They grow up as they ground down.
The meracle of life's green is that the vegetation of our breath is man-i-fested to how we seed our story and root our uprising.
The trees of life are a way of living. Act as nothing. Be as everything.
Our Godliness is in our mechanisms - converting air to breath and circles as cycles.
Seed the stories. Reap the roots.
The sweetness is in the fruits.
& The texture?
The texture is in the time.
Picture yourself holding a slinky in your right hand, then pass that slinky to your left hand, extending the slinky between both hands and creating movement in the material.
As you hold this slinky and move it around with both of your hands, imagine the movement as ocean waves. Hear the ocean waves swooshing through with every wave of every piece of the movement.
Now imagine, is there a correlation between the movement of our hands and the ocean waves? Did your imagination bridge your vision to the audio of the ocean waves? How did you connect the sound and movement to the waves of the slinky?
Now stare at the slinky as you move it between your hands, increasing the speed. Paint a rainbow with your eyes across the entire slinky and even paint your hands with your eyes. What colors do you see? Did the colors blend naturally across the moving slinky? or do the colors blend as the slinky continues to move like ocean waves?
Let this be a visual therapy practice that inspires you to see the light, be the color and wash away your thoughts like the ocean waves of your imagination. Your fairytales are a way of designing your destiny. Your fantasies are the construct of the density.