being silently drawn...
let yourself be silently drawn by the stronger pull of what you really love... rumi
Saturday, March 15, 2014
my medicine
When the wind blows
that is my medicine
When it rains
that is my medicine
When it hails
that is my medicine
When it becomes clear after a storm
that is my medicine
Holy Woman Poem
Photo: Peter Bowers
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