Perfection. Here and now. Perfection

Here's the thing, Oh Light Of The World, you are, in this very moment, the very perfection, of which you seek. Enlightenment? Heaven? Nirvana? Paradise? Oblivion? Whatever name you give it, you are it, already (always). You are perfection. You are That, from which all things flow, and in which all things exist. Perfection. Here and now. Perfection.

 

The path, to perfection (in all it's names), is only maintained by you, for so long as you want there to be a path. The path, like everything else, is your creation...in truth, it is (as all things are) you. It's all you...all of it...and you are it. Think of something. You are that thing. No matter how outrageous or bizarre or outlandish...you're it. You are That, in which all things are true. Perfection. Here and now. Perfection.

 

What does that mean, for you, Oh Light Of The World? When you can let yourself be, exactly as you are, in this moment, you begin to remember yourself as That...as perfection. As perfection...as That, in which all is true...you are creating this experience, and since Creator and creation cannot be separated...you guessed it...this experience, is perfection too. Perfection. Here and now. Perfection.

 

Oh Light Of The World, can you relax and be easy...even for a moment? Can you, even if it is pretend, at first...can you know yourself as the very human experience, of That, in which all things are true? Can you, for just a moment, remember yourself as human AND perfection? Can you allow those two things to be true, at the same time? For just a moment? Can you, allow yourself to be perfection AND human experience? Perfection. Here and now. Perfection. 

 

Blessings, Oh Light Of The World! Hail, Oh LOVE In The Human Experience! Ave, Oh That, in which all things are true. Perfection. Here and now. Perfection.