Fresh ink
Oh to be alive now
and keep my eyes open–
and my beating heart–
to what is being written
like marks on a scroll,
unfurled all around us,
with words and images
in bold, fresh ink
that try to describe
what we are sharing in these days,
struggling to keep up with
the pace of all that is
being manifested in the
shift of consciousness
that is so close that we
strain to see it even though
it stands before our very eyes–
the deep truth of things–
even though some would like us
to believe otherwise.
SH
3/15/2020
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