As you seek out adventure
Make little of the manmade roadblocks –
Mortar formed from sand, frustration and doubt.
They are the ephemeral
And not half as enduring as illumination.
The essential spark is not a thing to be tamed,
Pulled down in nets like an insect deemed beautiful
Because its wings, like two all-knowing eyes,
Regard you as they grace once empty space.
Fleeting and capricious, it comes to those who know
The joy of quiet anticipation.
Lend this flicker full assurance
and watch its incandescence flame with surety
Enough to light the way ahead.
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Always looking for a little bit of light…. lovely…
Thank you Sheila!
I needed to read this today. Thank you for posting
Thanks, BA and glad it came to you at the right time.
Nice one!
Thank you Thomas