Singing the song of the trees
in the park, I lie down and breathe.
Witnesses in their phones, cars, and minds,
rarely in their bodies do they see us as divine. Or whole.
I wonder when the shift of change will be seen.
In my dreams. In my dreams. In my dreams.
That velvety womb of creation spoke to me again today, reminding me that my dreams are my reality. She said,
“The shift of change is seen. The witnesses are in their divine bodies, seeing me as divine, singing with the trees.”
I wonder why I thought otherwise. I thought, “if I think or act differently what I witness to be my truth, that’s what it will be, too.”
So, which one is it?
Which one do I choose to witness, to create, as my truth?
indieHealer 
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