I have two indelible marks.  One a circumstance of nature, a birthmark on my right thigh.  Visible and unusual.  A genetic marker.  The second mark born of wonder and despair, seared on my soul, a question asked with an elusive answer.  Invisible and mystical.  A magic marker.

So I write my life’s story with this marker, seeking understanding, honoring experience, placing ego aside, befriending the darkness, the eyes of a seven year old boy once wide with fear softening, finding peace amid the pieces.

INSIGHT

Back within the cave
Asked to find my inner child
Fire lit by a spark.