The Blessed Unknown

Dreams await

Full color or faded

We can’t say

We stand on this side

Structured in our logic

And rational routines

Never quite stepping through 

That open door
Where truth lives

Where we become

Wings opening

Taking flight

Defying the logical 

And mundane daily beliefs

To soar


The magic inside

2 thoughts on “The Blessed Unknown

  1. …I’m always amazed at your ability to work with words and thoughts like an artist with colours, edges, patterns and design, if only a painting could inspire like your words… sigh. Thank you for the inspiration. All the best, Rose


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