Let’s soften for just a few and respect and honor the real in me and you. That exquisite tangled space where we aren’t strong or wise.
Where we crumble to see the paradox —
Weakness is our strength and the tar of our fears is the key.
That space where we tremble and learn from our mistakes. It is the real where soul meets soul and bridges the tainted we try to hide until we see pure is in the shadow that carries our light. It is the holy of our holiest. The quantum of our sensitivity and the intimate alchemy of what we truly need.
(c) Carolyn (Riker) Avalani | Artist: Heiner Luepke