Floral Consciousness

the gentle chamomile

Flowers 

They bathed in the sun 

And grew with the moon

Bent with the wind 

And drank in the rain. 

They pulled in the carbon 

And blew out earth’s oxygen, 

They danced under starlight 

And sang through their scents.

They entwined their aromas

And manipulated the ethers,

This pulled in the pollinators 

And promised them sustenance. 

Imprinted by without 

And substantiated within

These radiant flowers

And their cosmic forms

Alter and anchor

Our evolutionary tale. 

Fumescent updates throughout the site ❤
Potions to support your health, a mentorship to guide you through ritual.
Answer the infinite and unceasing call to align with nature’s rhythms.

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