I’d rather feel the raw sting of grief,
Alive in my heart
Than to keep it at bay and only know
The dry ache of something
Too far away to touch
The Lotus Blooms in The Mud
Reflections on life, dharma and art with Lisa Ernst
I’d rather feel the raw sting of grief,
Alive in my heart
Than to keep it at bay and only know
The dry ache of something
Too far away to touch
The Lotus Blooms in The Mud 