The Sauntering

     

     We thinly waver between night and the translucent sky, opening our grievous arms to some other intention--some smaller bound mastery of future.  With an incandescent lamp, trudging like fireflies toward "destinations"--flickers of dream coloring our pallor skin.

Where has this spotlight of conscientiousness brought us? 

One step after the other in the direction of our seeming choice--all roads of the universe traversing over fields and myriads of our fellow travelers: over sparkling lives, comforts, wills, and sorrows--it is by means of hope, of love, of enchantment we saunter...

          Opening plasticine eyes to this ever liquid moment.