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.
