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.  

The artist is John Kiley. Courtesy of Montague Gallery