Balance Means Complete

Desert’s, Beloved,
Scorpions’ home. Oases—
Crops are rich and sweet.


Walking on a rim with smiles and cries is now, drawing a circle from one start to one end— a point.

A close-looped cycle, dear Self. Are you in?

flowers grown in dry land – beauty and endurance 💝

Wither – music and lyric

When the dream has fallen down
Let it go.
Move on.

Though not wither, hope can dry out and burn itself down like forest in heat fire….

May all beings be happy.