It is a softness that wanders the fields with me.
Everywhere I go, it is there, sending me off on my uncertain way.
Sometimes, I feel like a small bird, left to battle the raging storms of life.
I do not fight this softness. I only seek to know it well (though sometimes I wish it were a tiger, fierce and free.)
It is me and I am it, this softness of heart.
Let it become.
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I feel that the harshness in life is the ego controlling things and conversely the softness that I sense you are talking about Brooke is a letting or having let go of the ego in a mystical space, or oneness with the All.
And so of course you feel this because this is the space you inhabit Brooke and so beautifully write about.
Once again, thank you.
Blessings
Peter
Yes, I think you’re absolutely right, Peter. And it really is the loveliest place to be. xx
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