Perfectionism

Only within, shall we find perfectionism

How to make sense of all the mess?

To begin to understand the expectations

Unrealistic burdens of ourselves and others

A mirror reflection of the collective ego in a sense

Mechanical functionality implied by an idea 

Just an idea of the mind…known as perfectionism

 

An idea

That has no artistic flourish

No creativity

No human touch

No breath

No LIFE

For it is only meeting a standard

And that is all it is

Yet you are the true medicine

Life is the ritual

Perfect as this is

 

In a world full of bullshit, division and ruin

It may not be easy to meet.

While living in the toxic soup of standards

Our addiction to make ourselves guilty

When these standards are not met 

Always about the outer expression

In line with an outside flag of pride

 

Where does the inner standard dance?

Most are a mess, within out of control minds

Yet another man’s trash is another man’s treasure map   

The irony out of the fear

Of being out of control

When already out of control

 

Step into your space

Your fountain of youth

Your fountain of life

That rains down colorful fractals of creative transcendence

Expression of an original perfection without form or limits

Free to simply be

 In a vast ocean of true perfection.