I'm looking for the cracks
There's plenty there
I'm not desiring to fix them in a way that goes back to what it was before
Like Leonard says, "the cracks are where the light gets in"
It's in these cracks I flow the golden light
All that is lit with a fire burning bright
Of Gratitude creation force so strong
With Courage, with my voice, my sound, my song
What if it's all illusion, a construct, our creation?
There is nought to lose with bringing down defenses.
And with this fascination, I have discovered in this space
That peace and joy do live, blissed with grace
My beauty, my brilliance
Perfect in my Imperfection
It's what I bring, the gift of me
This life I live, the stuff of legend....