conduit Your suffering is your bridge —James Baldwin shied from Buddhism young me, too stern if I had only understood quailing from truth doesn’t shield welcoming could, unerring, Baldwin knew— it needs spring from the bone bright
conduit
conduit Your suffering is your bridge —James Baldwin shied from Buddhism young me, too stern if I had only understood quailing from truth doesn’t shield welcoming could, unerring, Baldwin knew— it needs spring from the bone bright