What is a life,
if not a chance to untangle a personal knot.
That karmic tug
to repeat and repeat
the same sequential circumstances
with no chance for a fresh approach.
The good thing about aging is that you get onto your own tricks.
Freeing those feelings that were tossed into the sea.
Being with them without condition.
One thought on “Knot, Knot, Who’s There?”
All I can see is your radiant beauty shining out at me. That photo is love.