Perfection’s Discordance
by Odin Roark

Like another brush-stroke-taken-chance
on the canvas of resonant layers,
we strive to avoid the ill chosen element of color
or texture embellishing an experience we wish
to serve us well.

Yet…

The perfection of the breathing,
existence we possess for such a short while,
the very air that will allow the canvas to mature,
become touchable by all our senses,
and accept its destiny to be,
is forsaken.

How often we disappoint ourselves,
find fault for having allowed the experience,
that moment allowed its mistake,
the embraceable lesson we can only learn
from respecting the discordant nature of our reality…
the reality we create for ourselves.

Hopefully…

Our sense of the real
that comprises many brush-stroke-taken-chances,
will be given permission to error,
to become another lesson in truth.