Imperfections make us who we are…
By: lauracee
Tags: beauty, fall, grow, Imperfections, learn, orange, perfect, place, poem, poetry, stumble, Sunflower, teach
Category: Flowers, Nature, photo blog, photography, Uncategorized
We are not all perfect
Imperfections make us who we are
In all ways
Ways we learn
Ways we grow
Ways we stumble and fall
Ways we pick ourselves up
Ways we see with our heart, not limited by our eyes
Imperfections bring us place
Where we put ourselves and place others
Imperfections will teach us
Teach us to be humble in the face of great faults
Imperfections bring us to the end of day and face us with ourselves
Imperfections bring us beauty to what life is…
Everything is broken…written by B.Dylan
Broken lines broken strings
Broken threads broken springs
Broken idols broken heads
People sleeping in broken beds
Ain’t no use jiving
Ain’t no use joking
Everything is broken.
Broken bottles broken plates
Broken switches broken gates
Broken dishes broken parts
Streets are filled with broken hearts
Broken words never meant to be spoken
Everything is broken.
Seem like every time you stop and turn around
Something else just hit the ground
Broken cutters broken saws
Broken buckles broken laws
Broken bodies broken bones
Broken voices on broken phones
Take a deep breath feel like you’re chokin’
Everything is broken.
Everytime you leave and go off someplace
Things fall to pieces in my face
Broken hands on broken ploughs
Broken treaties broken vows
Broken pipes broken tools
People bending broken rules
Hound dog howling bullfrog croaking
Everything is broken.
…Everybody’s got a secret, Sonny,
Something that they just can’t face,
Some folks spend their whole lives trying to keep it,
They carry it with them every step that they take.
Till some day they just cut it loose
Cut it loose or let it drag ’em down,
Where no one asks any questions,
or looks too long in your face,
In the darkness on the edge of town.
Some folks are born into a good life,
Other folks get it anyway, anyhow,
I lost my money and I lost my wife,
Them things don’t seem to matter much to me now.
Tonight I’ll be on that hill ’cause I can’t stop,
I’ll be on that hill with everything I got,
Lives on the line where dreams are found and lost,
I’ll be there on time and I’ll pay the cost,
For wanting things that can only be found
In the darkness on the edge of town…
…For the ones who had a notion, a notion deep inside
That it aint no sin to be glad you’re alive…b.springsteen
This reminds me of a saying from Zen…I believe…that goes…”Better a diamond with a flaw, than a pebble with none.”….seems to match your poem well.