reflection’s for winter. Summer is for doing. (unless you’re George.)
The Suit of Swords :
A potentially prickly and cold suit-
all sharp blades and sad faces and high gusts of wind
You will find no soft comforts or ‘There, there”s here,
but neither will you find untruths.
Just as the ready knives can cut through wood (or bone),
they can just as easily cut through lies to clear the way for Truth, Knowledge and,
(if you are brave and face the swords,
which are really all in your head anyway)
…I have tried to reconcile this, deciding if it is worthy to pursue (or too insular), but I can’t stop thinking about it. The concept refuses to fade away and I keep taking photographs. I may post a few of them over the next week or two while I formulate the words to describe what this means.