See beyond the norm

It is never
Just...
A crack on a wall
A crack on a ceramic vase, plate or pot.

It is never
Just...
A wrinkled face
A withered flower.

It is never
Just...
A dying person
A dying flower.

It is never
Just...
About permanence.

Wholeness
Beauty
Youth
Life

It is never permanent

But it is always certain

That we will all go through it

And we will all perceive it differently.

But have you ever taken a moment?
To see beyond the blemish?
Beyond what society has marked "imperfect"?
To see the bigger picture?
That is the art that lies within and beyond
Those cracks
Those wrinkles and withered petals
That last breath?

Well...
I have.

I see new beauty
Blinding beauty
Shining like a cluster of stars
With renewed glamor
With intense strength
With intense hope
With a big warm smile.

Cracks that reveal the image of a bird
Cracks that spell out love
Cracks that add new beauty

Wrinkles that spell out wisdom
Withered petals that portray fragility
Wanting to shelter the flower
That it stays bright a little longer
That it retains its sweet scent
Withered petals that show the importance of value for what you have
Before it is all lost

Death
Is not the end
Rather the beginning
Of a new age
Of those that are born today
Death
The last breath
Taken with a smile
With youth in the eyes
Paving a way
To start life again

Impermanence
At its perfection.