A blurred world

I like it when I take my glasses off
When the world around me becomes hazy
For there’s a kind of beauty in the mist
Something precious about imperfection

I like the escape from the harsh, blunt world
Lines so visibly drawn and too precise
Where we police a division, distinct
Between the black and the white; there’s no grey

For when I retreat there’s a special calm
As shapes flow together in harmony
The tension is gone and they dance freely
Telling a story of shared acceptance

It is in the blurred lands that hearts unite
That judgment surrenders to human warmth
The rules don’t determine what’s right and wrong;
Instead the soul speaks, guided from above

 

Photographer: Robert Doisneau

Published by Cara Amy Goldthorpe

Entrepreneur, earth warrior, storyteller and lawyer, with a mission to promote ways of living more harmoniously with nature and with each other.

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