Seeing the world through a wound – I can’t see clearly at all.

It’s like looking through shattered glass.

You see an image that is almost there and not quite.

The Ego fills in the gaps.

For a very long time, I could not see clearly.

I still catch myself blinking.

Unveiling.

In divine timing.

Anxiously awaiting.

I didn’t know it.

And in that anxiety spinning myself up with more…

Relieving, re-living and stirring my own pot

And then in its own time of letting go… it lifted.

Then I was anxious that I didn’t have the anxiety. lol

It had given me so much self-willed security.

Is this what inner stability is?

Am I now well adjusted? Perhaps like a lizard, turning my neck and licking one eye.

Acceptance – the image is not cracked – it is, what it is.

Rather…what it was.

just there.

Peace perhaps isn’t about being peaceful.

It’s accepting the disturbance.

And seeing…clearly.