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Where Is Your Sting?
Bright, big, blue: the sky opens for me. Words like “realisation” and “epiphany” hold no meaning but consciousness, my psyche is born and I see beyond circumstance and fear.
The sky is still with me – sometimes it is even blue. I write haiku and this has taught me how to observe humanity and the physical environment. I look at things much more closely now. Yet, still the yearning for the four-year-old who saw further.
summer day …
in a jam jar