there are parts to every person
that are more tended to
than
others....
parts that are caged,
parts that roam free,
parts that are in the light
and parts that are in the shadows.
sometimes they fight with one another,
sometimes they are harmonious.
i'm not sure these parts make up a
whole or that they are even meant
to....
because the imperfection of parts...
tended to and not....
these fragmented parts,
are our essential nature.
i think we are always incomplete.
to be whole,
means being unbroken,
being perfect...
something i know
i will never achieve.
5 comments:
bravo...!
thats all i can say...
I love these words..."the imperfection of parts, tended to and not tended to." I do feel the imperfections in my life and I can do nothing but surrender them. You are a treasure Dawn. BTW...I love the new look to your blog...gorgeous.
sigh. I love my gorgeous dawn moment. Just beautiful. xox
I viewed this post a day ago and just had to reflect before responding... But reflection didn't get me further than what I thought yesterday... I'm glad you will always be incomplete and won't achieve perfection. Your incomplete you is better than perfect.
xo
Beautiful Friend, I love your brokenness. It is your wellspring of aspiration.
Thank you for sharing yourself with all of us.
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