The Coronavirus is aﬀecting all of us.
The entire world trembles.
The planet is abundant with beauty.
It permeates every square inch and area of living
presence on this planet.
But it is always balancing on a knifes edge.
Nowhere is the beauty of life more visible, more
distinct and more evident than in the struggle
between it and death, or between hard and soft.
Perhaps between the sick and the healthy or between
the hard city and it’s inhabitants that scurry between
the high rises, just to see the end of another day.
Between the hammer and the anvil.