You are perfection,
Chiseling away the dross,
The non-serving parts.
Many strive for greatness instead of recognizing their perfection.
Chasing the tail.
Perfect is better than great.
Be the calm warrior,
The one who knows they have conquered within.
Brave to the storms,
Clashed with demons.
Don't let them fool you.
You are perfect.
They want to make you think less and be like them,
Lost and desperate for your grace.
You hunger to live,
Love,
And laugh.
Be perfect,
Better than great.
There will always be incremental improvement,
Yet there is nothing to improve.
When you sit in your immaculate excellence,
You are the breathing apparatus that knows all,
Needs not,
Admires and offers.
Exquisiteness,
Teeming with charismatic color.
Your deeds and doing are proof of this.
Don't let the goal blind your awareness of your output.
It may take years or lifetimes for them to see,
Yet it is happening.
You are mutating the very life you live within,
Touching it with your perfection.
No need for greatness.
It is embedded within your frame.
You are perfection.
You have perfection.
You need not augment,
Only recognize and eliminate false projections.
The ugly and mischievous cackles that mock and mistreat,
Undermine and low vibrate.
They are pathetic,
Truly,
And not you.
They are clinging to your splendor as they wish they could destroy what is perfect.
To justify their lack of sight,
They have no right to bear their repugnant presence in your shining aura.
They are intruders and have broken in uninvited.
You perfect soul,
You may bend with fire and tread the deepened paths,
Darkened and gnarled,
Yet you are in your perfect form.
They cannot deceive you.
They will attempt by leveraging your ambition against you.
When you are perfect,
There is no requirement to be great.
Your greatness is witness to your sublimity.
Sitting in it,
Basking,
Bathing,
And baked,
It molds itself to you.
Always believe that though your behavior shifts,
You bring the pure prime.
Through and through,
Ignore the chatter,
The tech poles,
The buzzing sallow infections.
You stick to you.
It is what got you this far and will continue to take you to distant paradises.
Don't worry about the words,
That is all they are.
Words,
You know what you breathe in.
Perfect,
Always perfect,
Like the air that feeds.
It is that,
Always,
Always perfect.
