Like a craftswoman; 

giving judgments 

the shape of people. 

Each virtue and flaw 

more refined, more exquisite, 

every time we meet.

Recreation 

by the vicious cycle 

of dissatisfaction, 

until a solid figure emerges. 

An illusion 

befitting my worldview; 

a monstrous masterpiece.

Ah! What an unskillful artist. 

Is that all I want to bring into this world?

Close your eyes. 

Breathe as the mud rises 

and covers every inch of your body. 

Let it out to dry, 

harden, and crack, 

for the buried core of light 

shine upon you.

Capture beauty 

beyond opinions. 

Glimpse wisdom 

beneath conditioning. 

Now open your eyes, 

what do you see?