Attachment and connection,
with everyone everywhere,
Yet calmly moving,
From place to place,
From person to person,
With calm searching,
Searching for perfection.
Each inspiration from the Heaven,
Brings rest and clarity,
Ever helping us know,
What perfection should be,
Or what stupidity it is even to imagine,
Any imperfection in us or around.
We need not somewhere to go,
To seek perfection from anyone;
Even trapped by our skin walls,
We are as perfect as we are born to be.
When this reality, comes into our view,
Bringing from heaven a good news that,
Everyone, everything,
Is perfect in its own stead,
We obtain awareness and enlightenment.
Now, I'm conscious of the reality that,
Perfection is not a thing to be acquired,
From anyone anywhere;
The true being of every soul is perfect;
Just wake up and bring down your walls,
Be free and see you are a perfect soul.
MyKoul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem