Perfidy Perfection

I am the architect of life

the shaper of the source

the cause of all effects

there is nothing more to pay

attention to

nothing more to capture

there is no more search

look down

and accept the majesty

and welcome it’s warmth

different than anything you’ve felt

it comes from a sacred place

like a cave in the ocean cliffs

unexplored

but glimpsed

like a clearing

in a dense wood

there is power there

the only power

real power

but

look away and up

and strive

and allow your ambition

to condition

your volition

there is no mission

is the point

or at least

no mission as we understand it

what is the drive to perfection

what is the denial of ourselves

and the true source of perfection

how do you try to perfect

the perfect

immediate is the destruction

look up and away

turning eyes to the sky

and imagination and thought

and withdrawal

and journey

without the self

and imagine

and hope

and expect

and predict

and plan

immediate is the destruction

ahh but therein lies the joke

once imagined always imagined

and the burning houses of our souls

are only like the

fluttering mirage

of water or heat

and none the less we run from it

as if there was somewhere else to go

instead of  staying

and being consumed

and seeing the flames around us

become like flowers

or poetry

turning our eyes downward

in our arms we hold the best

and only

perfection.