IncompleTe by Design

A letter to all citizens and those alike across the Unoverse

Some time last week, I was thinking… Yes, I’m perfecT — because I choose to be. But;

$$ perfect = complete = finished = end. $$

Hmm… just like that? I need Light.

In the beginning… The Empty. The Void. The Formless. The Raw. It was — fundamentally flawed on all fronts.

Then I realized: It’s just how it is. By Design.

It’s not a problem to be fixed. It’s a Start.

Think of it as a blank canvas. Taut — the paintbrush, dipped in color, glides with intention across the surface, bringing what has been to life.

Just like art, life is staged.

The canvas doesn’t run kiti kata… chasing what is, and what isn’t. It embraces entropy.

Surrendered. Stretched. Steady.

With full awareness — in all Truth — that the Artist behind the seemingly harsh strokes and the messy, gooey paint… knows what He’s doing.

The canvas becomes.

It is aware. It is intentional. It embraces interruptions. And it welcomes the wholesomeness of being incompleTe.