Even after everything the present moment is there. Even after everything it's you, silly goose.
If you can harness a moment, engage with it kindly. As kind as you are to the moment you can be to yourself.
It's hard to stay bold and sweet together, sometimes.
Is this my heart?
Are the shards too sharp to let me relax? Can my heart implode if I worry too much?
Will I still be there to pick myself up again?