Opening to life as it is

Fingerprint of Life

You can count on imperfection.

The fingerprint of life itself
is unreliable and unpredictable.

If perfection means
things going as expected—
then your truest friend in life
is imperfection.

It wakes you
from the cage of ideas,
from the cultural myths
that bind and distort.

Your past predicts what’s next.
Expectations make you blind.

If you let it,
imperfection invites freedom—
the freedom to truly see.

At times
it’s a brick wall—
sudden, jarring,
dropping you to hard ground.

Shock comes like whiplash:
the larger the story,
the tighter the grip,
the harsher the fall.

But there is also joy—
a pure joy—
that rises
when we are present
for moments of imperfection.

Light bending,
sound twisting,
insight flickering—
simple, bright.

Unexpectedness
shakes us from our dream.
It awakens us
with a shiver.

We are easily lost
in the maze of memory,
weaving layers upon layers.

But imperfection is here,
guiding us
to life,
to now,
to wakefulness—

so we can open our hearts
and say,
“I love you,”
to every imperfection—

knowing it too
will flicker
and flame.