If death is coming,
And flowers are made of love
Then the sun setting,
The river above
The forest, the birds singing,
all matter more than…
…, …, …
Sometimes I can’t tell
if you’re for real or pretend,
From heaven or hell.
Life is just a spell,
you’ll ride around the bend
To the next hotel.
xxx
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Author: FocalHeart
My name is Noémie, I run animal communication workshops to help people enhance their relationship with animals and the natural world.
My work is about the profoundly important messages we can receive when we focus with our hearts. Through cultivating the heart as an organ of perception, we can develop our ability to listen to and communicate with one another as well as our natural environment – plants and animals included.
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