People look sideways at each other.
They sneak judgements,
Always analyzing what isn’t important,
Focusing on the surface layer,
Rather than the potential of the layers that lie beneath.

Surfaces can be bland,
Surfaces can be boring,
Surfaces can be insignificant.

But surfaces can be lies.

What is the use of these surfaces?
There is none.

They are the garish wrapping of a Christmas present,
And no one treasures the wrapping,
They treasure what is contains,
What it prevents the eye from seeing,

Until it is torn away.

Looking in the mirror, What do we see?

Reflections foggy with condensation,
Something is lost in translation,
No matter how hard we strain our eyes,
Our true forms are not revealed.

Looking in the mirror, what should we see?

Crystal clear image,
Raw skin,
True skin.
There is no doubt about the face staring back.

Wipe away the condensation,
Tear away the wrapping paper,
Abandon what does not matter.

See your face honestly,
Love others openly,
Do not be ashamed,
But be proud of a life worth living.

Be rid of excess worry,
Be rid of excess pain,
Be rid of constraints.

And be free.