The Dutch can ‘hear’ their Tulips, the Alps can hear their native Violet and the Tropics can hear their Orchids - flowers everywhere whether domestic or wild arise with bombastic and profoundly confident melodies; a choral synergy attuned to the Heavens, with songs of praise for the light, for the origins of all life, for the virtues from which they directly reverberate - the floral faces, petaled haloed, sing their songs of healing, of tribute, of fable, of presence, of splendour, and they do so with bombasity.
This verve completes the song energetically - a choir such as this requires gusto, to become inspirited a further.
Many of the floral teas hold the memories of both the song and the verve for which it had upon the soil.
And this is what heals us. Chemistry is only chemistry, but a good song elevates our being and opens the way to new life.
This verve completes the song energetically - a choir such as this requires gusto, to become inspirited a further.
Many of the floral teas hold the memories of both the song and the verve for which it had upon the soil.
And this is what heals us. Chemistry is only chemistry, but a good song elevates our being and opens the way to new life.
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