is my imperfection a piece of Your perfection?

is my imperfection a blessed reminder that
perfection is not found in my humanness?

My humanness – the emptiness.
You the Fullness.

Can I ever hope to know Fullness without first embracing my emptiness?

these so called perfectionistic tendencies of mine, these
dark delusional grasps at

reaching something or
achieving something
unknowable,

they confront me at the dark ends of myself.

Isn’t this where You begin?

can I open myself up, if I don’t know where I end?
can I know where I end, without greeting my darkness?

perhaps it is in the
startling disappointments, the
grief, the
unmet expectations, the
dark emotions

that I come to realize my ego is pushing You away.
You who are Perfection.

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