look closely , won’t you see..
a white spider on cliff rose, made her self known to me..
she descended down from a fragrant silver cliff rose thread..
& said:
“not all plants are poets, but i surely am.. perfume is the way, don’t forget why you made the emerald choice on the water that day to stay…”
totally stumped, all I could do was laugh. a white spider again! my goodness, what is the woven thread?
she ascended back up, back to her cliff rose thrown. how lucky was this. to not only see her precious blooms, but smell them too… i anointed myself with Gaia's fragrance of desert divinity & in awe, i fell to my knees of the white spider grand-MA.
it was only 1 day later walking under the sun, when I approached a tree asking permission to seed some prayer with it.. “no.” I heard. “Keep going you’re almost there.” So this I did, & wouldnt you know.. cliff rose growing in her majesty right there waiting to hold me in prayer <3
sight color sound smell, cliff rose's precious desert balm is a wholesome homecoming. a beginning & and end.
cliff rose always reminds me.. there is never a thing as "too much" perfume.. for me, life on earth is meant to be fragranced, adorned, and bathed in the most beautiful perfumes.
petal by petal scent guides.
thank you queen cliff rose, i love you.
Love,
Jessica
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