the perfection response 11/25/15

The concept of perfection as human’s use it

generates a memorable almost immediate

internal impressionable flash.

But perfection, by the time it reaches language,

is a conclusion in and of the mind.

It is the end point for comparative truth’s saga.

It is the profession of a pattern

in observation’s wheelhouse.

Perfection celebrates a projected elation

by acknowledgement of it from an immediate past

which is supposedly filling the now within me

with generally visual grandeur.

The now is vastly fleeting for perfection to be observed.

Even if it is the imminently recent past in afterglow,

it still is just the past plastered all over the new now.

It is an embellishment that assumes a constancy,

enough to be the evidence of confirmation.

But it is only a mindful seduction,

idling as the whim of cerebral expertise.

For whatever endorphins that are chemically released,

it is still the motherboard inside each of us

that does produce the perfection response

that is using external signals to augment

as if to be the switch-cause making that happen.

The elegance of those feelings

should not be reserved for a response

to an exterior world.

It really should be the creative observation

of every next thing in its unique and blessed way.

Every mode of perfect acknowledged

is only permission to be coming somewhat disguised

from such a sacred place within.

True cultivation of that inner place is the release

from the bind of perfection as a syndrome

and the initiation of deep acceptance

for what comes into frame

and allows for the dynamic of blessed awestruck-ness

to be in every observation that occurs.

Perfection as a feeling state, can be a mind elation

resulting from external sequence observed

as the stimulant that is seen to be, the cause.

When the real cause of that special feeling

is self generated

yet somehow tied to external representation

that is claimed to be the initial cause

for that feeling to be so.

Perfection is a constant

probably outside of the normal sense of scale within

and the dubious sense we have to realize it.

Our notion of perfection somehow follows rules

and meets our presumptions into being observed.

And we therefore genuinely highlight in delight

when that is experientially so.

It is a sense of perfection to us

and that is what seems to matter

as a normative awe inspiring process

we have all come to immersively accept.

Yet strangely, it exists as a constant within us

but unrealized except by representation

in a worldly way . . .