In Perfection

Bent

In perfection
imperfection
in the flawless
the flaw
I sit back into the lap
of the stone
that cradles us all
and touch the sound
of the wind
walk with me
my unmet friend
not my walk
no
that would be wrong
just
together apart
but let our paths
gently touch
smell the ideas
that grow in the between
as the beauty that
we can be
becomes
and
in the smelling
of the shared peace
know

Heart Holes

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Once upon a lonely time
I thought my heart
needed to be
whole
pristine
unmarred and unmarked
No lumps
no bumps
no cracks
and certainly no holes
time has passed
I’ve discovered
the imperfections
found in my heart
the holes
tiny
and massive
some larger than
my heart itself
pefectly circular
irregular
elongaged
connected to one another
by cracks
In time
now
I’ve found these holes
fit perfectly
with those irregularities
found in the hearts
of others
realization comes
each heart’s irregularities
those we hide
in shame
in fear
in misunderstanding
fit perfectly
with the irrigularities
in the hearts
of others
And now
more than anything in the world
I treasure
the irregularities in my own heart
that fit so perfectly
with the irregularities
of the hearts
who touch mine

Imperfect

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I am perfectly
imperfect
the sum of all
of the imperfections
and yet
more than even the sum
of all put together and multiplied

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My beauty
soul
spirit
dreams
Stems entirely from
all of my imperfections

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A sorry lonely world
it would be
if everyone
were the perfect
sweet scented
flawlessness
Same

It is the imperfections
that bring the interesting
to an otherwise
sterile perfect world