She still grows through cracks in the pavement. Each petal of her wholeness blossoming from a sensual vortex of dusted gold. Calling in her melissae to pollinate the Earth with a message of her return.
Rather than a mantra of escapism, the out-breath could, if we allow it, take with it our resistance of the Shadow Goddesses; the dark emotions that ask us to willingly dwell in spaces of discomfort and pain.
Life experiences carry within them the genetics of previous experiences. As we move through the cyclic patterns of existence, we come into deeper relationship with that which we struggle with most.
You could stand at the great cosmic divide, and lean your entirety into the wondrous, illumined, darkened, undulating, boundless, immeasurable void where that great cosmic waterway flows.