“It’s not about me”.
Remember that all over again, gabriela, and it will do you good.
Volcano eruptions didn’t burn me.
I thought they would.
In the onslaught of inner lava, I discovered a white petaled flower, growing effortlessly in the fire.
I am baffled by my own extremes.
I sit still.
2 thoughts on “silent extremes”
Trust, more of that magic.
Trusting changes everything!