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Created on: May 11, 2008
MY PERFECTION
Everything does not have to be done today;
My perfect home, my masterpiece,
My perfect marriage to my soulmate
My complete and total fitness,
My work plans laid out in advance,
My one hundred percent victory in finance
No, everything does not have to be perfect now.
My elevated status, My enlightenment,
My complete transformation
In my personal development,
My overwhelming ability to
Handle-everything-with-charm,
If I don't make it happen in this moment,
It won't set off any alarm.
Everything does not have to be superiority
In my proper, orderly way
No pressing need for my ducks in a row
No deadline looming
for Ultimate Accomplishment
No penalty waits
for not moving at ultra-high speed
No sky will fall, no death to us all
No horrible stop to our spinning planet
No, my perfection is not crucial
for life as we know it.
Tell my voice inside my head
I can relax and go to bed
Tell my heart that's pumping steam
I can fulfill my life-long dream
In tiny steps, in bits of time,
-in increments, it's not a crime
To give myself some breathing space
To stretch or float, to rest my case
And take it easy on myself
Leave things sitting on a shelf
Just for a moment to take things in
Get back in the groove again
Absorb, enjoy, experience life
Appreciate what I've got inside
Let go of crazy expectations
Allow all kinds of fluctuations
As simply colors on my canvas
Painting all my dramas mammoth
Rolling over obstacles and detours
With lines and strokes to open new doors
For exploration to truly define
My journey as myself, Divine.
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