Wrightings

through fingers  life’s vestiges rubbed away 

I got a gift today Something miraculous Although a spirit died Life gone, a price paid in beauty focused yellow eyes Didn’t see me watching   his swoop until talons sank deep into flesh juvenile studied me over his shoulder as he squeezed the last breath out of his prey collected his winnings lifted to his perch and dined on his suburban feast

Truth has no eyes it sees not it just is.  Truth fights no fights, it has no need to.  Truth is the hardest thing to find because it's right there all along.  Truth waits for you to seek and design lies and does nothing.  Truth comforts you in wisdom and eases your mind.