Saturday, February 6, 2016

Perfection and imperfection

Life isn’t a dead end, but perfection is, once achieved

It is hard to turn back or look the other way

It is the road to disappointment, leaving us asking for more

The end cannot be seen, the mind is a poor barometer

The infinite uses the tool of imperfection, it is the key

To everything that is playing out, with just a glimpse

How may one fathom that scale? With or without the hands of time

Growth can never stop, like the deep blue sky, without beginning or end

The mind should know better, desires mimic that expanse

It has not perfected the art of quenching its thirst

Imperfections offer a glimpse of inner beauty, but we source pain from it

Happiness is found in growing out of imperfection, not resting in perfection