A Meditation

Searching for beauty

Somehow it fails me- all the time.

 

"Do you know what you're doing?" They- I always ask.

Well I'm not sure I know, but isn't this how we're all supposed to do it?

Perhaps that's the beauty of it all, being blindsided and jumping for what you're sure isn't there.

 

After all, how much could you appreciate something that comes too easily?

Knowing myself, and not much of the world. How long until your shine catches someone's eye? Does it matter? Why should this matter.

You say you've been there, done that.

 

But you haven't got a T-shirt to prove it.