Inside of wave-painted colors
and crusty blue lines,
a shimmering glaze marks
the inner world of the abalone shell.

What secret coat
of radiant protection
is seen only by the one
who dwells within?

In all our fancy wardrobes,
made-up faces and painted toes,
how do we forget the luminosity
that lies closest to the soul?

Curled up and held tight,
made smooth by rubbing up
against the truth of beauty.

Becoming brave enough
to dwell inside the inner shine.