INNER PERFECTION

There is an inner perfection
The same for every one.
When the pysche stops dancing, churning and burning,
Its journey done --
There it is,
Where it has been all day long;
Searched for,
Striven for,
Longed for.
Perfection never leaves;
It remains,
Forgetten and unnoticed.

Simply re-member
And notice
This here/now is perfect,
Just as it is.
Surrender to that.

LOOKING/LISTENING/FEELING/SMELLING/TASTING/SENSING AROUND

I cannot see my face --
Not directly;
I can see only reflections of it,
And I see them all around me.
Others are mere created reflecions of "I" and "me" --
How else could I recognise "them"
Other-wise?

Neither can I see the face of God --
Not directly.
I look, and No-thing presents Itself.
But I am surrounded by reflections of That
Godness

Lose yourself
As lovers lose themselves.
Give yourself over
To that Greater Un-known
That is greater than I and Me,
And be that also.

Everything around me exists only as a perception in my mind.
That is
All it is.
What is that thought-thing?