Do you let yourself be touched by life? Be moved?
Moved to tears?
Moved to rage?
Moved to exhilaration?
Or do you peek through the slits in your barricade,
safe inside your heavy stone walls
and your wide moat?
Impenetrable to the touchings of life
The realness
The Immediacy
She pulls on your heart-strings
if you’ll let her
A maestro playing a symphony that is felt instead of heard
Read MoreI am powerful.
I pull on the strength of the ocean the moon the fiery eruptions from the bowels of mama earth
I am all of it
I am also delicate.
intricate
easy to miss
take a magnifying glass to a flower sometime and just revel in the exquisite intricacies of the beautiful architecture of life
i can be kind of like that
Beautiful, vibrant. depth of beauty often unknown and undiscovered, imperceptible to our simple human vision.
Yet undeniably present
and simultaneously easy to walk past without a glance as you’re absorbed in the antics of your dog
In this I am everything.
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