TRUE SELF
TRUE SELF
And so
I tried…
tried to ‘paint’ a
picture of my TRUE SELF.
I set the pallet—
squeezed enough paint…
a dab of every color
waiting, waiting
for the brush
whispering, “hmmmmm,
which color shall I dip
into first?”
Suddenly—
all the colors
began to say,
“pick me first,
oh, pleeeease pick me first.”
I stared at the
blank canvas.
How would I begin?
Where would I start?
Who am I?
Just then the pallet of colors
fell.
Oh, yes—
AND upside down.
I cried out, “NO,”
but
it was too late…
or was it?
Maybe it was the
most ‘imperfect’ time
and it echoed, “YES.”
I picked the pallet
from the ground.
ALL the colors
seeped into ‘ONE’
another.
I put the brush
down.
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