She provoked her soul to rage and a light from within began to permeate.
The wrinkles ran like water along her coat,
the light in cyclic sway wound itself about her, never too far from its source
Within, a twirl of thunderous wonder still contained
The essence of her true being today is still unknown,
All we have seen is the beauty of Saturn’s Ring.
Just as we behold the beauty from without, we can embrace our humanity from within. We may not be Saturn, but with unquestionable certainty, we each in our own way are Beans. The coat hardened will cage the soul.
“and so maybe brokenness after all is a beautiful thing”