Awakening the Inner Vision
Removing the Flesh
In the hush between heartbeats — where certainty dissolves into breath, I learn again that perfection is not a shape — but a way of seeing. The world calls us flawed — yet the soul whispers otherwise — we are lanterns in various stages of rising, Each carrying a spark that refuses to dim.
At Chush, I once watched a boy
step into a game he could not win,
and eighteen hearts widened around him
like a circle remembering how to love.
In their choosing, I saw God’s perfection —
not in the swing of a bat,
but in the way compassion rearranged the air.
What if this is the truth of us?
That we are nearly perfect in every way,
not because we never falter,
but because we rise again
with gentleness in our hands.
What if mistakes are simply thresholds, and every misstep is a doorway into deeper seeing?
Removing the flesh — shedding stories that once told me I was separate, unfinished, unworthy. I stand instead in the quiet knowing — part of a greater whole — a spark among sparks, a note in a song without end.
Here, in this softened light, I witness the world as it truly is: imperfectly perfect, holy in its fractures, radiant in its becoming.
And I, too, arrive —
not flawless,
but fully present,
held in a perfection
that has always been enough.
~Ani Po
