Fragile. Like waking. Or is it the sleep that is fragile? That moment between where the dream escapes.
Fragile like all of the ‘tween times. Dawn – so quickly broken into day by the sun. Twilight so easily silenced by the night.
Fragile. Like stillness in a fluid life. Easily drawn back out into the experience. Like peace in a polarized world. Easily forgotten that we create the experience.
Life seems fragile. But life itself is quite resilient. And love and the human soul, the same. Like Truth, these things are unbreakable.
Yet though they are unbreakable, they still can be handled with care.