breakable
....
what is it that holds our easliy broken lives together? each one of us plasters our mask of masculinity and confidence - but arent we simply and quite beautifully still who we were at birth? no more no less ... perhaps we've decided what we had was not enough.
our skin - our hearts. our eyes - our sight. our lungs - our breath. our spirits ...
what we were given was not quite enough ... so we add - and add- and add. we create for ourselves; perhaps trying to outdo divinity? quite possibly trying to escape from it?
lets no longer try to escape from the grasp of first appointed beauty and grace and instead connect with it intimately.
run towards dirt- grass- sky- field ...
lets play with the earth and the One who made it. lets run full force towards this mystery. and after - lets not wash our hands . . .
-me
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