Perfection

The power of perfection
transforms the senses.
It holds out its hands to us
desiring to embrace.

Our very being yearns
for its purifying touch.
We somehow know
it is what we need.

And yet it seems to elude us.
We barely brush fingertips,
quickly we are left alone,
without even a handshake.

We know it exists
for we have
felt it,
heard it,
tasted it,
seen it,
and even smelled it.

Why is it so transient?
Why does it come
only to run away?
Is it capricious?

Can we truly embrace perfection?
Is the distance between us
because we run from it,
even when it approaches us?

Are we afraid of standing naked?
Are we convinced of our own imperfection.
Are we afraid it would burn
away the dross in our lives?

If perfection is in the eye of the beholder
I fear I can see but am truly blind.

a reply to: grayeagle


Ummm...these are hard questions to ponder...I would remind you that life in the grip of entropy requires that we are both transient and capricious...that we elude purity...

I thought that perfection was attainable...I spent years in it's pursuit...only to be reminded that the innate flaws of mortal existence...keep it ever out of reach...

We indeed can be perfected...yet never reach exaltation.......not until we shed the materialist and the material...

Thank you for gifting me the chance to reflect again on what it means to be human...

Thank you for allowing me to witness such profound yearning for purity...it's where I reside at the core of all these layers of construct...

YouSir

a reply to: YouSir

I appreciate your kind words and you express what I have come to identify in my own life as my hungry heart. I am looking forward to that shedding of this humanity I wear and am truly released and perfected in spirit and truth.

Peace to you fellow eternity road traveler.