The cocoon picked up and treasured by the Goddess in the Garden of supreme ecstasy. Polished away the rotted tears matted down against the cocoon shell exposing pores that could swell for the buitterfly trapped inside to breathe. Flickering just one pore could expose a sweet slide as the butterfly soon realized that the cocoon was temporary. Just…Read More

In the Goddess Garden there are many free animals that float and flitter about searching for nothing they dont already have. You see simple child the surrender to play is the release of one’s fears, failures and flunders. They wonder. They rejoice in their own creation. A bird stretches its wings the higher it flighs. A bee buzzing for someone’s…Read More