Monday, April 18, 2011

The Divine Mess of Life

We have
such a human addiction
to perfection!

We chase perfection
as our highest ideal
we hope that some day
we will get there
by one means
or another

Meanwhile
we screw up
again and again
and we notice
every imperfection
there is

We notice
when the world is imperfect
when life is imperfect
when everyone is imperfect
when we are imperfect

But just one
tiny glimpse
of what we truly are
shows us something
quite incredible

We come from perfection
we come from fullness
we come from wholeness
and yet here we are
in this limited package
called human form

This human form
is born
but alas it also dies
and before that
it falls sick
it suffers heartbreak
and much worse besides

This human form
is certainly not perfect

This human form
can see how much
of creation
is other than human form

This human form
is certainly not complete
This human form
is certainly not everything

Throughout its life
this human form
is searching, seeking
looking for something
it thinks it does not have,
constantly trying
to fill a lack

This human form
is certainly not whole

So this human form
imperfect, incomplete
and divided,
justifies its lust
for perfection

But something
is lopsided here
what comes from perfection
does not need to seek it
what comes from fullness
does not need to seek it
what comes from wholeness
does not need to seek it

There is no need
to chase perfection;
there is nothing
to be gained there
that isn't already here

There is no need
to chase perfection;
it is not meant
to be found
in this human form!

Now everything
can look different
This human existence
can be experienced
without trying
to make it perfect!

This human existence
can be enjoyed
without comparison
to a perfect ideal
It can be allowed
to unfold
simply as it does
without judgement
and resistance

We are not imperfection
come into human form
to seek perfection
in this human life

We are perfection
come into human form
to explore and love
imperfection
as our own self

What love this is!
Unconditional love!
Love that does not need
anything to be other
than what it is
Love that allows
everything to be
what it is

What love it is
to receive this love
What love it is
to give this love
What love it is
to be this love

Not needing anything
this love is dynamic
Not needing anything
this love spawns universes
Not needing anything
this love acts

And this human form
flawed and born from love
bows down low
in deep gratitude for
the divine mess of life

1 comment:

linty said...

I see the perfection of that(even if I don't or can't seem to always live it).

What's also perfect n beautiful is your words here are my words..or rather, what the words point to..it's all me as well..all comes from the same place that is me, you, all of us. At times, I really sense no separation at all. And other times I feel so separate and lost I just want to end it and come..wonder if this urge is just a misdirected urge to come Home. Dunno.

Thank you, ameeta.