Sight Without I’s

The light you see in a child’s eyes is the same light the child sees in everything.

As a child, the world looks ever fresh and vital because that light permeates their experience of life.

The same light exists still, in the same place — only time stands between us.

Time is but the dust of illusion, blowing across the mirror of truth.

The eye that sees — the child’s eye!

About ktrammel

Author of Gathered Rain, and Between the Hours, which can be found on Amazon. Read more on my sites,, or
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