Is it the color or the light?
Is it the soft or gentle?
Is it inward or outward?
All the pretty things, are unfadable, untouchable and transcendent.
Happy Easter to all.
You may not always see me but the truer portion of my heart will always be behind you.
The Sutra’s of my heart are joined in the middle by a writhing dragon, too stubborn to let go, too toothy to gently nibble at the chain.