In your light I learn how to love.

In your beauty, how to make poems.

You dance inside my chest, where no one sees you.

But sometimes I do, and that sight becomes this art - MY LOVE!

Your Defects

An empty mirror and your worst destructive habits,
when they are held up to each other,
that's when the real making begins.
That's what art and crafting are.

A tailor needs a torn garment to practice his expertise.

The trunks of trees must be cut and cut again so they can be used for fine carpentry.

Your defects are the ways that glory gets manifested.