vulnerability

I feel I grow each time I see an expression of true vulnerability. As if before, there was what was this and what was that, and they were different. And when I see the vulnerability expressed, the boundary between them dissolves. Or sometimes it unfolds like a flower petal, revealing that the outside and the inside are one and the same.

And then my awareness of the world changes from one which considers these two as separate, to one which encompasses them both as a unified space.