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 “wounded healer” navigating lessons in a universe of infinite complexity. Comes from my life lessons