I am not a perfected being.

Self realized, Yes.

Perfect, Absolutely Not.

Chiseling is happening at the rough edges.

But that does not take the realization away.

And the path came this way to me, to not grow alone but to make others grow along with me, as there lied my absolute salvation.

When I woke up to this reality, I heard a voice: the world is not ready.

And so, I wore a garment of karma from my surroundings

and covered myself up.

With each passing day,

covers are getting undone.