Vulnerability

In the morning’s frost are all the heartsĀ of grass delineated.

Inside is still – literally – the warm fuse that drives its life.

In my reflection I feel the cold comfort and simplicity

of this life. Ice sitting delicately covers such lightness of being

Making solid and calm the pulse of this earth’s fragile moment.

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