My house.
Closed walls
hard roof.
Love doesn’t need the house, love is nature, love is open, air, breathable. The hardest part for me is to let the nature unfold and not treasured it from that perspective.
I surrender to home. I surrender to nature.
Love in a new paradigm. Carefully watching self wanting to move according to old habits. Care for open walls. In and out dancing joyously.
House and nature.
House in nature.
Nature of love