Mind is perfect like vast space
Nothing lacking and nothing extra
It’s just selecting and rejecting
That make it seem otherwise
Does seeking perfection blind us to the perfection that is
inherently present? Is it possible to stop “selecting and rejecting”,
and even if so, does that help?
It reminds me of the lyrics to the song by Sting:
I’ve spent too many years at war with myself
The doctor has told me it’s no good for my health
To search for perfection is all very well
But to look for heaven is to live here in hell
So what’s to be done?!