so many different kinds of thoughts
all jammed in together,
fighting for space,
some of them drenched
in tears that need to be shed;
some self-propelled,
others needing to be gently guided
into harbor,
some inflated with their own importance;
others, worn thin with time,
familiar,
expecting only cursory attention...
And light, like grace, illuminates,
gives shape, and power, shadow and color to each --
in stillness I begin to comprehend
the vastness of potential.
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