The words that slip past
Through
The unguarded moment
Truth?
Or just murmurings of another face
That dwells within.
I contain multitudes
But which one is speaking?
*This morning it is the writer, yesterday it was the business woman, sometimes it would seem like a fool when I am chattering to my six month old Grandson. We are so many, yet at some point in the stillness of the mind it all drops away. And that person, is perhaps not even a person.
Today’s substack post – choosing our perspective is one of the true powers that we enjoy as humans, so often we give it away.
Choosing your own perspective – read on SubStack
