The pure joy of imperfection

Aah the pure joy of imperfection

We are incomplete

Our journey transient

I accept my impermanence.

I find joy of wabi sabi

Wisdom in its natural simplicity

I accept my flawed beauty

No pretensions.

An understanding that my ignorance

will always exceed my knowledge.

This aging vine weathered tempests

Austere. Steadfast.

That the passage of brokenness

leads to the Fullness of Life.

Maturing a velvety bodyness

That carries the Golden Healing.

Behold the allure of the withering flower

An asymmetrical world

Embraces chaos

Ever seeking its perfection.

In the cycle of human experience

Acceptance germinates.

And the metamorphosis reveals

The true Self Within.

🙏❤️💚💙