Blessing or curse
Either way, a bona fide, utterly mundane miracle
This heart beat...
this gentle rise and fall of nourishing breath
And we wait to see where this precious one will rise above, or sink into the loving and cease the living. . .
At least in this precious and beloved vessel of density so bound by gravity of this place.
Love... we turn ever deeper into love, loving, the Beloved...
~ Parvati
