To perfect the perfect divine is a paradox drawn from those that project living as a project to rebel against the rebel that is ones self, a part of all that is, was and always shall be.
True perfection isn't a state that should be for the debate of a time or place, as though a mountain is conquered and upon the peak, offering no more questions of the condition of being the being that we all belong.
To reach such a summit, a place, a heaven sent is to have songs sung and there are no more songs to be sing in the chorus that explored us to become and be beyond the measures of past, future, present divinity.
We shall no longer wait for the heaven or hell to longer be, for in this grey space we realize all is, was and shall be a natural procession of the growth that cannot be stopped, even as energy is neither created nor destroyed, so shall our conscious states never cease to be.
A koan conundrum, this cycle recycles and cycles forth bring forth not death, but life to life, simply in new forms formatting with the exploration of spirits in new designs learning in the complex illusions of time to time in time that that there was never a time.
So what shall we do? What shall we be?
Surely, nothing less than divinity. Seeing all that is life as sacred to be inspired to the collective body that simply needs to wake up to what is already known deep in the recesses of the souls vibration: We are perfect, and in that perfection realize that it's not an exclamation, a final destination that draws our perfection, but rather, acting as a cycle of all living life in the play of life that doesn't end but transcends.
So what shall you do? What shall you be?
The answer is the nature of the question:
What are you? What do you believe?
If you believe perfection to be a single state, a place, a time then you forever shall be chasing a final answer, a final state, a final time that never finds resolution and always just beyond reach.
If however, you believe as I do, that perfection isn't a single state, a place, a time, but rather, awakening to your purpose forevermore in the infinite cosmos by continually awaking your divine voice to sing in the chorus of life that knows no death - then right now, this moment is perfect as are all moments.
For it isn't a single state that is sought. No, rather, it is a removal from the discomforts that taught us to be taut, stretched to know that divine soul within - but without these conditions, without these pains, the perfection is aware of them with gratitude for being given them.
Then ends the suffering, not according to the dictates of a single state, a place or time defined, but an understanding of the authorship of the past, narrative of the present and projection of the future creating from that which appears to be finite, infinite.
This is bliss and the grace that was given to all living life when it was created.
No story told, nor belief sold can separate you from this bliss.
It is the sunset in the morning, sunset in the evening and finding meaning in all of the spaces in-between, the eternal sun that neither rises nor sets forevermore, a state of all dualities becoming one lesson of being that space beyond human constructs.
The sun set, it's just an illusion of the world spinning around - and so are you - always connected even in the darkest of moments, an illusion of something that that is made from the brightest and darkest moments.
Do you realize your divinity?
When you have realized this divinity, your interconnection to all living life, what then?
Well, then, perhaps you begin to take control of your life not according to the dictates of an end game, board game over, from point a to point b, but as a possibility without limits that is a circle, infinite.
Enlightenment is not the single awakening of a single soul guru that will lift us all up, make us feel high in the sky, but rather, a collective consciousness awakening of the body of all existence.
You are still perfect in your sleep, but I am asking you to to perfect your awake states too, with me.
For you are part of my body, divine beings seeking, always seeking, questions without end nor begin.
Let's divine together and perfect the perfect by being perfect in seeking out our life purpose, or dharma breaking beyond dualities known into something entirely, conceivably, unknown.
It's less about the clash at the end, the final statement in a post about pefection and more about the dance in all the hiccups, burps and farts and finding amusement in these things.
I don't want to go to a time period where there are only periods or final exclamations.
It's the questions that draw me and to have them all answered seems imperfect.
What are your questions of life? How do you find harmony and perfection in them?
What story are you telling yourself?
What are your questions of life? How do you find harmony and perfection in them?
What story are you telling yourself?
Zed Sonder finds perfection in stepping out of the confinement of time.