we sat under The Princess Tree,
who kissed us with her leaves and seeds,
blessings of life, death and fertility
upon our heads...
we ate with our hands,
like children,
as water spilled playfully,
emotions and energies flowed
effortlessly
my hands honored
the fire in my belly
and I discovered
delicious
supressed joy
"The end is the beginning of all things, supressed and hidden, awaiting to be released through the rhythm of pain and pleasure." - Krishnamurti
snapshot of The Princess Tree
