beauty is beauty.
she cannot be lost.
she might change her shape.
she might shed what no longer fits her, because she leaves a place once she has done her work there, and for the leaving one always needs new travelling clothes.
this is only life.
this is only what it means to be alive whilst we are waiting to go home.
the slow changing of one who is always coming undone on the way to becoming whole.

© Liezel Graham 2024