There are certain worlds that only make themselves available if you slow down enough to see them eye-to-eye. Gut-to-gut. god-to-god.
There are certain dimensions that open only if you meet their vibration.
There are certain beings that require a landing pad in your psychosomatics, a mythopoetically cultivated terrain that becomes a welcome place for them to arrive.
There are certain sacred circles you must become small enough to join.
What gratuitous beauty secrets itself in plain sight?
What deep time love appears with an open aperture?
What tender monsters shapeshift with an invitation?
What bubbles of creative awesomeness only effervesce with a silent pause?
MODEL: Reverberating multi-dimensional musical water sphere beings playing with fine feather moss making kin with a retiring Sequoia sempervirens elder