I am awash in color
I am blank canvas no more

I am painted perfect by the artist who saw the beauty in me
and so I am born.

With every brush stroke I felt my heart beat as I crawled out from the blank, and as I fell to the cold stone floor I knew love, from the hands of the creator that held me.

I am awash in color
Blank canvas no more.
I am created perfection
formless no more.
I am art and beauty, I am peace and unity.
I am self.