Deceived, we all are
Until we see the light and all the shadows are gone.

Now I know true brightness I often see others believe the shadows and shapes of what’s not there.

Funny how this world is made blind by the dark to pretend it is the light that stops them from seeing.

Now I see

I enjoy and bask in the true light and hold the linen bag with gratitude while the grains of time inevitably mists through peacefully.

Before I could not stand the sound of sand hitting the cold hard ground
I would ignore its appearance and trance past it by mentally muffling the noise.

I stand glad now that I can watch and listen content as each glassy piece dusts the floor and be satiated in my grip on that linen bag named life.