imperfections are how life balances itself
tiny pockets of bliss
expand into forever
lines connecting all of them together
those moments
that carry you through
supporting you in your pain
pinpoints and pendulums
swinging round and round again
three times it grew
in size and shape and texture
morphing
churning
sloughing off and refining
finding the thing
already done
mincing, mining
treasured nuggets
illumined
aligned
brought own
shining in the sun
paging through old thoughts
picking between snapshots
a variety of things clarify
focus shifted
things settled right
legs stretched
reflections met
bad wolves howl their silent song
welcoming some many
small things born
into their world
I may not be around very much for the next 6 weeks, as I have finally found the project that calls to me in a voice I cannot ignore. I shall return!
focus is such a delightful thing
fleeting and solid
easy to greet
hard to hold
unless passion loses you
in it’s flow
your voice thrums
softly
enveloping from the darkness behind
growing
promising
fulfilling
word of power
it comes and becomes
focus, you say
deep whisperer
of truths
