A question is a gift
Confusion is purpose still wrapped in impenetrability
We can’t see what’s within
Yet
When we begin unravelling truth reveals itself
Startling us out of our complacency
Even the most opaque parts of our being can be scrubbed clean
A question is a gift
I use mine to make poetry
*Hogan photobombed my photography reflection this morning – but he made it a better image with his boot head, so I very quickly forgave him.
this makes so much sense – absolutely. I always remember how asking the right questions goes a long way to moving the soul on its path.
the photo is perfect! 🙂 Mike
Thanks Mike. I am often amazed by how my own questions are answered in poetry. I begin to write from a thread and find a neatly knitted answer at the end. Not to be woohoo but …it’s pretty amazing.
Doggies always make it better!!
I love “Confusion is purpose still wrapped in impenetrability.” Wow!
Layers, so many layers to wade through to get to purpose Camilla, for me it has been anyway (and I’m still not sure if I’m there yet, guess I’ll keep writing poetry)
Poetry is its own purpose, thank goodness! 🙂