I see me.
And I am not sure I like what I am looking at.
There are imperfections. There are smudges. There is lack of clarity. There is still so much not learn; so much I would like to change. I take a closer look; staring harshly at all that is wrong instead of compassionately nurturing what can be recognized and grown, and the harder I look, the more intense the gaze narrowing in on that which has now become an illusion. I step away and drink in my surroundings with a sour tongue and ignited gut; what have I done?
I close my eyes.
And I begin to go within.
I release the chains that I falsely welcomed into my existence.
As I remember they are untrue.
There is work to be done.
The smudges and imperfections I now see as opportunities for growth into the truest version of me.
I am learning, I am growing, I am changing from a place of nurturing love and compassion.
Clarity continues to present itself as the once harsh gaze of blinding judgment has shifted into sweet understanding.
I open my eyes again.
I now see and feel new life; now light. My reality is something I welcome with open arms and open heart.
I love the smudges and the imperfections as through them I am able to relate to others; embracing the beauty that lies in the imperfect. I accept.
Comfortable in my own skin, I embrace. There is nothing to hide and there is a deep acceptance that the only thing constant is change (and how beautiful that is).
I see me. I close my eyes.
I go within.
I open my eyes once more.
And you are there in front of me.
I see me… in you…
My mirror.