Friday 8 February 2019

Perfection is here

The elegance of a simple, kind gesture
a hand offered
in help
in peace
in comfort

a smile
lighting the spark of
wakefulness within
a reminder of interbeing
interconnection between these
seemingly disparate souls

resolute optimism in a sea
of dread and fear
the certainty that in the end
all will be resolved
not as we wish
not how we imagine
but absolutely perfectly

because perfection is here
right now
in this and every moment
flooding your room
seeping out of crevices
pouring over each stone and
stumbling block.

“there is not room for death”*
each breath
the kiss of life
to a dark, despairing soul
each smile
a soothing balm
to a fearful thought.

Look into my eyes
there is no fear
only joy

When eyes meet
when hands touch
when souls converse
each is a confirmation
that doubt, fear, imperfection
do not exist
yet only in our minds
only in our negative
problem-seeking minds

Perfection exists
abounds.
Sometimes we call it
love
certainty
happiness
contentment

It is the essence
in which we
swim
move
dream
live
breathe
exist.

It is all there is.

© 6 Feb 19

* Emily Bronte

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