This is just a white wall to say,
‘I’m working, painting,
strumming, singing, and
writing, through confusion –
toward clarity.’
IW
This is just a white wall to say,
‘I’m working, painting,
strumming, singing, and
writing, through confusion –
toward clarity.’
IW
Be able to be seen,
As less than what is in you.
~IW~

Though imaginary places can fill
our hearts with fire
there is nothing like the warmth of earth
to keep us walking
strong - and on
Once we make up our mind
what is illusion and reality
it is a wonderful sense to be filled
with the grounding of acknowledging,
with or without understanding,
all that is, all that can be
and all that never was
move forward from there.
Keep moving.
~IW~