Flickering moments of light
Faint memories
Wayward ghosts wandering in unplowed fields
Spring is nigh
Soon the farmer will plow his fields
Once in a while we’re lucky
A new window opens
We see past our narcissistic pain
What we think we can’t live without
What the farmer must plow under
It takes courage
To leave things as they are
To be just the witness–
Watching the watcher
Till both become one
Spring is a good thing
Especially after a long hard winter
It’s time to plow the fields
Laugh and dance
Sit without purpose in the sun
Excellent!!!!!
May we all see past our narcissistic pain and sit without purpose in the sun.