The blinded gaze...

It often feels like the more we wish to see, the less we actually can.

As if a cloud is constantly hovering over our sight like a relentless hunter searching for its prey.

We remove more to focus more, and yet the mist carries on, unnerved by our efforts and desires.

And in that unrealized dream, have you ever wondered that the blinded gaze might be just it… the clarity that you so desperately seek?

That the shroud isn’t an absolute given definition that needs to be defined or found. That simply, the power is all there in its blurry, etched edges redefining themselves constantly.

Appreciate the gaze that sees its maze as the shifting sands of being constantly floating adrift to wield what can never be wielded and yet always is.

Until the next ❤️ beat ~.~.~