Hellebore, my shinny guide,
The door of silence is opened,
Creation shall dance forth
from the depths of darkness,
It has cracked our faces and hearts of Stone,
The sweetness of this joy is, is not,
The eternal manna.
We are, we are not,
We are, we are not.
In your suffering, you need no healing,
You are already healed.
All is perfect unto the dance of glory,
Unto the Great Spirit.
Blessings from the Stinking Hellebore meadows
🌿🐸
