Born from the vision of perfection
Bestowed assets for growth
Granted divinely devised protectors
With little awareness
Of the inner perfected treasure
The search for purpose begins
Through play
Learning and toil
The misleading snowballs
Acquisitions and merges
For relations, materials and knowledge
Take precedence over simple truths
Further and further
‘Til the connection so weak
‘Knowing’ is replaced with mere ‘belief’
Yet is not the pain of imperfection
That drives to satiate the thirst for perfection
That which leads back to perfection?
With the roll and rumble
The discontent and stumbles
The empty shell seeks a refuge
In the silence and once alone
With the most real of sounds
The One true friend comes to light
So long as there’s motion
The stir to find, and most of all
The open heart
The magnetic connection of the perfect and imperfect
Draw together, seeking each other
As after all, that was
The intended perfect play!
rhythmandthedancer 
Taruna, I loved this write. I could not find a single line which I could highlight here. This poetry in entirety is just brilliant.
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Truly humbled by your comment… Makes my heart so warmed to know my perspective is received and acknowledged, one heart to another, one writer to another..
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Tremendous maturity to embrace both the perfect and imperfect. Finally free from a perfect concept. Free to discover how perfectly each day holds tremendous beauty. Joy to celebrate. Pain to expand the capacity to feel deeper. Through it all to have the ultimate connection within. And that makes all the difference.
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Thank you for your thoughtful sharing..
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This is so lovely! I really enjoyed reading. xx
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Thank you that makes me very glad to have written it !
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