All people want to be perfect but i don’t know what perfect is
All people would want to go to heaven but i don’t know what heaven is
I can’t even imagine a perfect color,
all white and no black?
Or all black and no white?
When all color arises from the imperfect combination of black and white
I can’t go to heaven where there is no tears
because i want to cry when i am too happy
I don’t want a perfect day without night
Because i can’t sleep try though with all my might
I don’t even want perfect beauty because that would be boring
As for me, heaven is here now imperfectly perfect
Life is beautiful perfectly imperfect
Love is a bittersweet combination of passion and sacrifice
Perfection is not at the end of the road
But it is here now present in our imperfect lives
Perfection is Tao, the unity and struggle of opposites
The rhythm of the circle, of good and evil, night and dark,
love and hate, the beauty and the mystery of it all.
