Flying blind

© Inaya photography

there is no telling where I’m going
there isn’t even a trail — I’m flying blind

the only frequency that matters
is where I am right now

trusting the fading day
and its rainbow of light

embracing the grittiness
and the beauty of the moment alike

quietly watching the leaves
as they whisper of whilting

and allow them to pass
into the moment that I am

© Inaya photography