Do you ever wonder?

The love of your grandmothers.

How soft, how deep.

Expressing itself in so many forms, sometimes harsh, sometimes gentle.

Realizing the beauty. True beauty.

You see it when you see a grandmother.

Reminding us of death.

Isn’t it the greatest to bring us to life?

Or rather to understand, that there is no difference, it’s a continuum.

Of form and formlessness.

As formlessness is in form. Always.

Once you open the eyes of your soul and listen to the voice of your heart.

You are there.

There is nowhere else to go.