There comes a point when the icy, brittle hardness melts.
It’s a return,
of sorts,
to who we are.
We are Love.
Sad, those who are unable to surrender,
holding to the harsh, surface identity,
unknowing,
or simply choosing not to believe,
in the true, enduring essence.
We have our moments.
Love and the tremor of joy
are intrinsically connected,
woven into the fabric of human being.
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