In glorious beauty found
beneath the surface of imperfection
through perfections view,
the softest flow of illusion
greets the soul of peace.
We find ourselves gazing outward
with an inward perception
seeing each flaw we dive deeper,
knowing below the cracks
our history waits for release.
Fingers touch the smoothness
of each new day that finds us waiting
for fresh eyes to glance upwards
at the ever moving skies
and hopes of connection to the invisible link,
we are reborn like the cells that create
the cumbersome body.
In the moment of awareness we know
somewhere beneath the subtle crack
the escape of ego has occurred
leaving us beautiful and free
despite the facades illusion,
beauty will always remain.
Peace, Love and Patchouli 