They are mothers of myriad worlds, lighting countless nights, each the pivot of her own system, pouring out her own flame whether there be a planet there to catch it or not. Exposed on all sides, she is a beautiful picture of empowered vulnerability.
A poem in admiration of our world.
A short poem about impermanence — not just realizing it, but embracing it for all beings
Tension is the nature of diversity, and diversity is beautiful, whether it resonates of harmony or dissonance…but harmony is only possible after there has been a parting, and dissonance, the agony of desire, only intensifies as resolve nears, yearns until unison is found. Songs are born of them.
A soul so bright, even without eyes to see her…she is herself; not made for anyone else, she is her own.
A few words of poetry in admiration of our beautiful and generous world.