Innerdialects

It is still dawn last night, the fire will not dim. often I’m looking for discouragement to be my paying guest, but the Light shines thru. The older I get the more the knowledge of how close to death we each are, more now than yesterday.

Politically & more, days seem to smudge grey. Interpersonally, we are more remote, isolating. We are pages of history being re-written by fingers that will change how we must think, in the name of freedom. And yet, the Light bounces off every smudge, as if that too were fulfilling a certain decree. And am staring at how tiny I am in the volume of eternity.

^{pic: ChristinaSkoreva.}