you see a sight of me that I wouldn’t recognize.

this dingy pane

Part of the songs of sorrow collection

2296032811_e272563dce

this dingy pane, smudged and fogged rests loosely in a frame of missteps on a weathered, cracked sill of distance.

And when I peer through it dimpled, dirty, warped - the person I see in you would seem a stranger even to you.

When you gaze through at me past the stains, the cracks and waves you see a sight of me that I would not recognize.

Still glimpses of meaning survive, moments of clearly seeing, love: a touch of souls in spite of our solitude.

Darkly, dimly do we see each others’ solitary selves withdraw to shadows? Or celebrate that we can see into one another at all?

Mila (Jacob Stetser)

Mila is a writer, photographer, poet & technologist.

He shares here his thoughts on Buddhism, living compassionately, social media, building community,
& anything else that interests him.

  1. Learn more...

recommended for you

recent activity

comments

  1. blog comments powered by Disqus
  1. comments via Facebook ()
  1. Legacy comments ()