Imperfect
2022
Undo the done!
Wouldn’t that be fun
if we could run the clock back!?
Some hack!
Erase mistakes and try again.
Move forward when
it’s perfect but then
we wouldn’t have the depth, perspective and skills to navigate reality. Perfection is the behemoth deception, this conjugate duality.
Imperfection IS perfection.
We’re all fractals of our insides, ever growing, ever expanding.
Outward on the flip side you can see the patterns, even feel them!
Take a look seein’s believin’!
The problem is other’s imperfections imprint on our patterns,
and until we recognize them, we disguise them as our own,
sometimes even to flatter the one who imprinted them.
We wrap ourselves up in an identity and replicate the entity
that isn’t really us but that society and family and community and school and church expect from us,
and all we are, our truth, our soul
is burried far beneath a cloak of expectation.
And we go through the motions
like we drank some magic potion,
some concoction with a curse,
and we can’t expectorate it as much as we may hate it.
So to make this puzzle beautiful,
to make this thing make sense,
we must find transformation,
use every inclination
as a guide to find ourselves.
Search the closets, all the shelves.
Look high and low.
Dive beneath the surface of the ocean that you are!
Explore the depths of quiet unknown.
Implore dimensions where your soul
has waited patiently alone...
For for that perfect moment when you realize perfection
is a farce of your perception
only separating you from your wholeness, oneness, power.
All souls celebrate the hour
of discovery’s reunion,
that bright moment when we tune in
to our heart’s own beating drum,
and we join the dance of love and light and finally become
aware of who we are!
Despite new wrinkles and sagging skin,
those things don’t really matter when
you’re in your soul’s intent.
Aligned with purpose, you finally realize all else is a circus,
and you were a clown, an actor on stage,
just reading your lines and turning the page
and saying the things dictated to you,
all the while abdicating the power that you were born into,
your birthright.
And the moment you take it,
the fractal now polished, no more separated,
is infused with your soul.
And the picture’s gestalt is forever an artwork
propelled into alternate universes.
And the butterfly’s effect
shows life’s growing and changing
is indeed per-fect!


I am almost a month late to this, but today was the exact right day to see it. Thank you, for creating and sharing. 💜
I love this, Charlee. Thanks for sharing.