Beauty

Like a craftswoman;
giving judgements
the shape of people.
Each virtue and flaw
more refined, more exquisite,
with every time we meet.

Recreation
by the vicious cycle
of dissatisfaction,
a solid figure emerges.
An illusion
befitting my worldview;
a monstrous masterpiece.

Ah! what an unskillful artist.
Is that all I want to bring into this world?

Close your eyes.
Breathe as the mud rises
and covers every inch of your body.
Let it out to dry,
harden and crack,
for the buried core of light
shine upon you.

Capture beauty
beyond opinions.
Glimpse wisdom
beneath conditioning.

Now open your eyes,
what do you see?