What if I said that everything on this planet is recycled? To the air we breath to the waters, reused over again for millions of years.
The waters come down from rain, as it goes back to the heavens for reuse.
Beauty and mind blowing.
That we breathed in our ancestors breath. From The Natives of the land who new the secrets of the Earth. To Gandhi, Buddha, even Jesus.
For me this comforts to know if I need to calm my mind I can breath in and my ancestors knowledge is there. Within me. The questions I have is all within me.
Sacred knowledge. Tuning in the sky above me, the Earth below me, I’m in between the love sandwich. As are you 💕
“Awake in the dream”
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