existence
is porous
and
alive
from
every
inch of
you
compassion
is radiantly
diffused
When
you lift
your chin
to look at
the sun
glory is
reflected
back
boundlessly -
For your Heart
is like no
Heart.
It breathes
salted mist.
Crystalline.
And those
beads of
mist
crystallise
into gems
of mercy
that pour
from
your
fingers
endlessely
into the
cup
of life.
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