When I was
Young I had
A crystal pyramid,
The bottom
Coated in a myriad
Of reflecting colors
Like a peacock
With purple
In it.
I carried it
Everywhere.
Accidentally
I dropped it
Cracking it
& Splintering
One corner
Of my perfect
Pyramid,
I cried,
I was devastated.
When I got home
I buried my head
In my mother's
Arms
Heaving and sobbing
As only a young
Teenage girl
Can do
Full of angst.
She took the
Pyramid filled
With color
& wonder,
Looked at it
And said,
“Look!
It's like a
Kaleidoscope!
It has character!”
Stunned and amazed
I looked,
& she was right
It was now a
Unique thing,
Unlike the other
Pyramids that
Were exactly
The same
In the case
We had bought
It from,
This one
Was now
The only one
Like it.
In the same vein
He looks
At his life
So full of
Abundance
& beauty
Yet,
All he can see
Are the cracks.
The dark side
Of his own
Existence,
Full of wonder
As his life
Revolves in
A sea
That is the
Top 1%
Of humanity.
Some get lost
In the cracks,
As if the rest
Of the vessel
In its wholeness
Were non-existent,
Trapped in the past
Moment
When the crack
Occurred,
They are the living
Ghosts of our world…
For the day
They cracked
Was they day
They died,
To the present moment.
It doesn't
Have to be so.
The Divine
Is like my mother's
Arms and eyes…
Waiting to hold you
And your hurt,
Surrounding you
In love,
& at the right moment
As only the Divine
Can know
To say,
“Look at the beauty!
You are unique!”
Forever changing
Our perspective,
& returning us
To the present moment
Our youthful spirit
Restored.
The Japanese
When an object
Breaks,
Fill the cracks
With gold…
Because to them
It makes
The object's history
More beautiful…
I think I would rather
Have the perspective
And the cultural value
That the cracks
Are beautiful,
Simply because
It leads…
