Perfection Is Death
Everything changed when you whispered in my ear I was perfect.
But when,
I tripped over the sleeping dog, I was no longer was perfect.
When my chopsticks slipped, was no longer perfect.
When I drank more wine, no longer perfect.
When I was silent longer, perfect.
When was I, perfect?
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~ by Joy Suzanne Grazer on October 17, 2011.
Posted in Abandonment, Affection, Chodron, Compassion, Ego, Impermanence, Loss, Love, Mindfulness, Philosophy, Psychology, Relationships, Surrender, Wisdom
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true, so true.
always a pleasure