Ode to a Blank Canvas

Ode to a Blank Canvas

There is perfection in this world
I know you don't see it
I know you don't feel it
It is below your thoughts
It is a blank canvas
Radiating pure love

But then your parents came
And painted their picture
On your shiny canvas
Then came your relatives
Your friends, your teachers
Your religion, and society

And your canvas became covered
With the ideas, rules, dreams 
Of others
Obliterating your light
So you go through life
Seeing through the eyes of others

Or maybe you grabbed a brush
And painted on top 
Of their designs
You created your own picture
Either to please society
Or to drown them out

But the light of your canvas
Just got buried deeper 
And silenced
It takes a desperation
A brave seeker
To remove the layers

No one can do it for you
But there is a child waiting
To be birthed by you
To see the world with new eyes
And show you the perfection
Beneath the painted illusion

She is a slippery creature
Avoiding the brushes of others
Who still want to cover her
With their labels and memories
But some will recognize the light
Of her/your beautiful, pure soul

Go there...❤

bjbeyers 4/2024