The Art that is my breath is also a mirror .
It is the work of reaching the places that are carried in quiet and of listening with the heart .
Delicately reaching out with watching eyes and tenderness .
The steadfast process of scraping away fear
only to reveal
2 thoughts on “On Being Human”
It’s always a relief when someone with obvious exspetire answers. Thanks!
Thank you . you are kind to say so .