Surface Blind ~

As I look in the mirror and criticize my barely aging face ~ I wonder why I care about this now?

Maybe because it's present, maybe because it is pointed out to me in others in the media everyday.
 But I find myself noticing faults in others where I never even thought about those petty things earlier.

In my eyes I see the beauty ~ I pick it out specifically, intentionally, with consciousness ~
I never noticed the 'imperfections' of others.
Nature is perfect , as is.
It is the color on butterfliy wings.
It is the shapely leaves as they turn light to dark green.
It is the elephant and the zebra at the same watering hole every summer.
It is the scent of orange blossom in the unseen sky.

I never saw the fat on the kid ~ i saw the kid and his smile and his funniness.
I never saw the pimply face ~ i just saw a shy kid needing someone to instigate conversation for him.
I never saw the celulite on the girls thigh, or the nose that may have been larger than some ~
I was too busy seeing the energy they put out ~ their personality.

and fuck  ~ nature is nature is nature ~ why would i believe anything else?
So now when the brainwashing i have allowed in somehow rears its psychic vampireness
~ I must disengaged it ~

I am going back to being Surface Blind