She listens intently to the cycles of the natural world.
She holds the lotus of creation and leans into the tree of life.
She sees with soul eyes and hears the pulse of life in the in-between places.
Here is where the quiet hum of life is always present.
For her, the hum is teeming with the amplified sound of life in all its forms.
She is fully engaged with the verdant communion and reunion with all life.
She is always present.
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