The Risk by Amoret BriarRose They say that a bridge is no country and thus I wonder, when I reach out, extend toward another, do I then lose sovereignty to gain connection, risk self to touch other... or do we blend together, boundaries wavering as watercolors, soaking up the pigment of what we become together?
Who is this flower above me? What is the work of this God? I would know myself in all my parts. ~ Feri Prayer, Traditional Deck: John Waterhouse Oracle Deck