Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
and looked down one as far as I could.......

.....inwhich reminds me of another one............

.....seeing is done in a flash.....
powerful to me, ST...thank you for sharing.
oh the thousands of times I "saw" then closed my eyes tightly for I did not want to see, and if I kept them closed then somehow, someway...those things would go away.
Kept 'em closed until I'd walk into another brick wall, think WTH, be childish in my anger and lack of patience, then with frequent resentment...do what I needed to do...not necessarily what I wanted to do.
opening ones eyes may take a lifetime......
say it ain't so...
if it is so, then I'd better live to be 543 years and 16 days old
...but don't eye-openers change, sometimes tiny, other times a real PITA, yet other times Eureka! moments?
and what about those inglorious times that are just as important but feel so mundane? (snobbish, aren't I?)

...........sparrow........................peace and luv.............
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