On not Judging the Book by the Cover.

We are made of hidden treasure… and mystery Just waiting for the right you, the key To set them free. It’s a shame we look upon a face, a body And assign a fictional identity. When in reality Our souls shine with an elusive symmetry Fractals, facets of personality

Know your own self deep enough Embark on a journey of exploration Uncovering, discovering one breath at a time Without expectation, reason or rhyme The intricacies of the mind And do so without assumption or judgment Just the lightest brush against a soul leaves its mark Walk soft and keep your mind open.

To bend a line from our old friend… I took the path less traveled And it has made all the difference. ~Donna Dawkin