No, it doesn’t matter to me, it all makes my heart sing. Such lovely fabric gets torn but I really don’t care, the beauty remains. This heart of mine, it knows its own infinity and everlasting light. This gossamer heart knows. It makes no difference. My joy is here, this, the pure sheer pleasure of this living Mystery. I see your magical smile through the delicate threads and the silky wisps of love’s laughter. Here in this wondrous feeling of my own untamed beauty, with my hair untied, my spirit unleashed, in comes the holy light of love, touching me, moving me, taking me. My peace is here, as close as breathing, as it sets me free, sailing on the pink bubbles that rise from this luminous crystal flute of love.