Where the night

Falls into sleeplessness

And the sky

Meets the ends of the earth

I wait

In lonely vigil

We bear our sins
past, present,
imagined

A recording
of accusation
from a chorus
ill-wishing
remembrances
of human frailties

A woman’s measure
dwindles
under the burdens
of imperfection

Smiles are not kind
but a glossy cover
for judgment

And love
that inner circle
is not
the protector

But the fierce accuser
The scientist

Until our lives
are reduced
reframed
retaken

a bastardized
version

of who we are

Suffering
creates
the silhouette

And pain
delineates
the substance

We are all
un-sculpted stone
rough hewn

Plain
in our rawness

Beautiful –
once hammered
and chiseled
and worn

Can the ‘magic elixir’ be found in a deeply loving sense of true appreciation? Maybe so.

Humbly and respectfully, I believe we must learn to better and better act in a healthful spirit of loving selflessness, allowing ourselves the true freedom of alleviating expectations, preset patterns of thinking, hidden agendas, and the need for selfish recognition. It is in the loving and altruistic spirit of true honesty, allowing for true happiness – it is realizing greater and greater mastery in playing the part of the unblemished ‘witness’ to our internal and external environments. It is the right thing for the right sake in selflessly embracing true health…alleviating the pernicious weight of what we may coin as our addictive emotional attachments and also what are most typically viewed as physical vices/attachments. In better and better realization of this healthful spirit, we can more so avoid getting permanently stuck on stagnant plateaus…