You are my wild heart that cannot help dreaming of open plains and untouched lands that speak in tongues lost to all but the quietest of minds, the subtlest of hearts. Please teach me to walk unheard in this wild place so I may see what you see, feel what you feel. Please show me how to dreamwalk this world and enter deeply into its many wounds.
Flowers speak the language of the heart and frequently pull me out of my linear thought processes and into the world of music, of poetry, art, stories, dreams, and vision. It is in this world where the medicines do their work, where they begin to weave their consciousness into our own with the potential for catalyzing a flowering within our own heart-mind.
Soft green grass grows at its edges and tiny blue wildflowers with yellow centres invite me to take off my clothes and lie in their fragrant carpet. My childlike heart resides here, the one who feels the mystery ever waiting to be discovered.