Let Light Lead

Thoughts, no more than grains,
block the path; how did I become
so invested in self-analysis:
a fool’s game, no winners

Light does not trip over molecules
but decorates, celebrates passage;
moves on – a hopeful dance
whose steps I’d do well to imitate

(Image my own. Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson)


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Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

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