God’s flower hardened into stone.
These sharp edges have wounded me.
🪷
But have they?
Can they?
🪷
From the soft seat of witnessing,
the petals will open.
🪷
She will be fragrant,
like always.
🪷
I can hold you still.
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God’s flower hardened into stone.
These sharp edges have wounded me.
🪷
But have they?
Can they?
🪷
From the soft seat of witnessing,
the petals will open.
🪷
She will be fragrant,
like always.
🪷
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Moonwater 