I don’t speak for the medicine, I speak with it.
I began to see her affection as an embodiment of the peyote spirit.
The Peyote Lorax
The medicine woke me up with a dream.
Coincidences don’t mean a thing if you understand their meaning.
Who is the real artist?
Like children, medicine grows a little every day.
Learning from history requires comparing a former thing with a present one.
Hold first to the Ways of God.
The more you’re around the medicine the more you know you don’t know.
I guess I’m saying it’s a miracle we forget life is a miracle!
Like a midwife, we need to read the signals.
This is not just a story, it is a relationship.
Maybe we all have an I thing.
With todays seeds we are planting for our children’s tomorrows.
The road to scarcity may be paved with good intentions.
This is not the Tiger King. This is our lives.
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