Wednesday morning musings,
A kaleidoscope of emotions and thoughts.
They flood in like sunlight
Through the clouds,
A glimpse of the crystal blue beyond the gray,
Fleeting but beautiful.
My desire to hold onto that spark, that glimpse of joy,
Is my downfall.
It is not meant to be held,
Not meant to be captured.
To hold it close would be to smother it and
Deplete its joy.
Instead I need to learn to move with it, become part of it
Not as an observer but as a participant,
Only then will I feel the joy inside
Where it was meant to reside.