Within the bitterness of unwant, as slow as a sun turns rock to dust, so shall you find yourself.
In time, in the quiet sacred places, search your hurts, pry open the wounds. Within them lies healing.
Let your scars be your stories. True beauty is blemished. Light only shines through the broken places.
Allow yourself to be weakened. It is only human that strength lies in the vulnerable.
Your pleasure is pain, pain is often a pleasure. They are each other, of each other.
This is not suffering. It is the blinding light of nature’s essence.
Breath and be breathed, break and be broken. Find yourself in the bleakness,
Life in death.