You Cannot See The Beauty That Is Me

If you fill a balloon with air

The air never becomes the balloon

And you never see the air

If the balloon pops does the air die?

No, it simply becomes a part of the air

from which it came

Until it is time

In a little while

to enter another balloon.

So it is with the Spirit and the body

So it is with me

I fill this body with my spirit

 

I do not become this body

as the air

does not become the balloon.

I see an image In the mirror

I do not see me

I see the body within which I travel this life

I see a body age

While I do not age

I see a form

While I am formless

This body may weaken

with time

But like the air

I do not

But like the air

I do not

Like the air 

I return

To the Spirit

From which

I came

Like the balloon

This body may have a different color

a different size

But like the air

I do not

I cannot see me

In a picture

My race, or religion

my education or social status

are not me

They are materials

like the materials that forms the balloon.

I cannot know me through your judgment

of this form

of this life

not even through my own

No one can see the air

if only focused on the balloon

No one can see the Self

if only focused on the body

or how high it rises in status

- in power

To know myself

I must close my eyes

and follow the air

as it turns into the breath

that fills my lungs

and focus on its journey within

I must follow the air to the place

deep inside where I am found

And to know you

I must also close my eyes

and follow the air as it flows

as breath

to the place where you are

All other seeing

all other knowing

Is not of me

It is not of you

But of a balloon

that today encloses

Tomorrow releases

But never,

never

describes the inexpressible

Spiritual Beauty

of who we truly are