So Beautiful to Live

The light is so gorgeously beautiful when the hard heart softens, like a frozen bog that melts in the sun's warm embrace. The aching ancient ice melts in vulnerability, which releases the heart's soft saddness into freedom in the goodness of a radiant landscape. When tears fall the sound is so delightfully beautiful; the heart has seen the splendor of the dark abyss' depth that living in pain tranforms. We meet in our desire to live in open intelligence—and to soften in spring's colors.
/ Ingela