Suit of scorn
Channeling Love sitting with Cannabis
My love, take off your suit of scorn
The one into which you were born
It was never yours to carry around
Your whole life it has kept you bound.
I share this poem I wrote after sitting with Cannabis.
Empowering Massive clearing and cord-cutting of my female lineage.
The pain of others, so easy to carry
Taking it to the one you marry
To end up in a bitter fight
Try stay afloat with all your might
Never feeling safe, in permanent fear
Projecting to those you hold so dear
Take off that suit, my tired one
It’s time to be free, you’re free, go run.
So lay down all your scorn and fear
Always know that I am here
From my heart, unconditional love pours
Know that it has always been yours 💜