BEAUTY

I’ve seen all and yet I’ve seen nothing,

Experienced all and yet experienced nothing.

This journey that seems without end.

We are but puppets in the very lives we commandeer

We are but streams coursing through the rocks.

     Our positions are engineered at every turn we take.

Blame us for where we end up.

As long as you reserve your disdain for the rocks.

See us transparent and sparkly as we avoid those rocks in every turn.

Do not blame us when we get to the sea and our depths become unfathomable.

You are naive for wanting us to stay as we are forever,

Transparent through and through.

And yet even the sea has its beauty

Having  seen it at sunset, am I convinced.

There is beauty in transparency albeit shallow.

But beauty found within depths,

Through every plunge and every dive

Beauty indeed! I say.