Writing
palms open...

plus here's a firefly, as a reminder, that the light we seek lives within us at all times.

in stillness, with earnest seeking, it reveals itself gladly, opens like a flower blossom before the sun.

"The medicine for my suffering I had within me from the beginning, but I did not take it. My ailment came from within myself, but I did not observe it. Until this moment. Now I see that I will never find the light unless, like the candle, I am my own fuel."

  • Bruce Lee

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