Oneness. The bloom that has come into its being, perceiving, experiencing. The infinite paradox of self-love.LINDA J WOLFF
A flower bud with many parts. I experienced all the smaller parts of myself, the sorrows and joys, fears and love, worries and happy moments.
And every time a part of me got tired of the last role it played, I would change, to the more evolving me.
And when I had experienced every part, I grew to know, trust, and love every small piece of myself. Not to be excluded. Everything to be accepted. In the joy of being one with myself.
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