Ego’s dark eye

To walk in the fullness of morning, absent the forgiveness of knowing, lightens the earthly burden. Watch from a distance for ego’s dark eye, peeking from behind the carefully hewed stone, lurking beside mischievous demons of triviality.

“I see you,” Eyes meet and distraction fades, wind-scattered and powerless.

 The chilled air beckons as nature returns in blurred ecstasy, whimsical in the predestination of quiet wonder.

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