Dancing to the rhythm of the universe, A beautiful, organic chaos. Grateful for the lessons, I drift in a pool of elysium.
A wounded healer in progress, Prancing on a satin thread, Woven with multidimensional facets.
Allow me to amend the social poison Flowing within this boundless vessel.
A reflection on the interplay between the chaos of existence and the beauty of healing and growth. I speak to the journey of a βwounded healerβ navigating lessons in a universe of infinite complexity. Comes from my life lessons