Se dice que la miel nunca envejece, siempre es un desastre.
Crueldades casuales atrapados en la miel ámbar
suddenly
completely
compassion
compassion
the hard edge of acceptance blooms
softens
like every bed of flowers
release
morning always rises from the east
brazen and brilliant
before that the world is dirt and bone, LHK,
difficult and beautiful
cold
the sky is immense
the silence holds a million candles
still as ever
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musings on the nature of accountability, vulnerability, the fragility of certainty, and, in all ways imaginable, accepting it all in a loving way.
