Real

What is real is not solid
  it does not come from
Touching, tasting, seeing, feeling
  it is born from knowing
From the experience of being
  drawn to an edge
Inner in light, coming from inside
Once everything is stripped
  away bare and we surrender
To our powerlessness, acceptance
  there is no master puppeteer
To make everything well
  only in being broken
Can we find it is not in control
  and good things always
Happening, it is in the visible
  scar finding the sacred
Is there all along to stand
  beside and heal