Perfect is that thing that life promises, that ideas derive from and that imagination sets. Although humans touch it through idea and imagining they cannot recreate it. A pefect circle when re created is always flawed, the idea is not.
We talk of relationship. Consider if you will that word? Consider how discussions surround and slice and manipulate and dissect and probe our sense or our opinion of what a relationship is or should be.
Yet is not an opinion of a perfect relationship similar to the concept or imagining of a perfect circle? We understand and can imagine that circle, yet we cannot express the same in the human world, no matter how disciplined the equipment or intricate the detail or precise the process, still it is flawed. Yet how is it we can even comprehend a perfect circle?
The fact we can understand and imagine an imperfect circle must be itself prove the existence somewhere of the perfect circle?
So could it also be true of relationships, we play and dissect with opinionated views collected through a thousand instances with our own concept of perfect relationship, perfectly flawed but by itself perfect proof of the perfect relationship?
Does the perfect relationship come from the unity of all things, is the struggle of humanity to find consolation within relationships a cry for the perfect, a desire for the unseen, the human scene merely an imperfect circle reflecting upon a perfect spiritual being, already connected to everyone, so connected there is no other, just one?
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God grant me
by justme
God grant me your serenity, grant me the peace found only in silence.
That your will be done, not mine.
To accept I cannot change but I can surrender.
For you are the do -er not I.
Allow me this wisdom.
I understand there are many things my mind believes to be wrong.
I will suffer for these discrepancies.
They are not who I am, though I will suffer my attachment.
For I believe in the idea of perfection, which you show me each and every day
through a flower and a stone a droplet of water and an insect.
Perfect can only emit perfect and from perfect there can only be perfect.
I and the father are one.
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