I went in and had my eyes re-checked
I thought something was wrong
no thing did I reject
I'd wake up and see only perfect people
perfect politicians and perfect rodents
That meal was perfect again, those crazy kids,
still perfect, the blind paperboy-perfect!
What is going on here, did I awaken in heaven?
The Dr. said my eyes were perfect
I write weak poetry and weaker prose
but something is perfect about it.
I read other's works and they are nothing
less than a grand OPUS
What is Opus plural? Opusses? Perfect
What if they are small?
Let's put us on a non-linear scale:
Jesus 1000
Hitler 50
Me 222?
You 999
Them 666
Now put us ALL on the symbol of the TAO
Which point is not part of perfect balance?
You are a perfect 999
I'm a perfect 222
Even the 'bad guys' are perfectly being 55's
I act exactly like a perfect 222
You act exactly like a perfect 999
There is nothing wrong with us
we are all perfectly who we are
doing perfectly what we do
Nobody can change us
We can opt to ride the elevator
up or down
or stay off!
Perfect plans, all of them!
Now go and be perfectly you!
Watch out for the retarded guy on the Mall
you might get a hug
you think you don't deserve
Perfection is NOW
not then, not over there
look within and rediscover
Your perfection! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yeah Monk, you are perfect.I love the stream which flows in your heart.