Expressing in Ink

I’ve candidly admitted that language (currently) is an inadequate medium for conveying any real sense of fluidity of a life… a gleeful snowflake in a blizzard,

I am, which is, at these moments, experiencing itself and expressing itself in ink.

I am not disassociating from myself as I write,

as I witness myself writing,

and watch the shadows of my pen and hand race before me in the light I shine.

I am not chasing the shadows.

I do not fear them.

There’s nothing in them that isn’t coming into light.

And, wouldn’t it be so that I always have seen things clearer when

I stay in the light.