Trace

Take a step through the ends of the flower chamber,
smell the sweet aroma that permeates your mind as
the seduction of scent makes you weak from
euphoria.

Watch yourself afar as you slowly walk through the
petals fallen on the ground, each step tentative, never
disturbing the calm that has equalized in the
garden.

The sky beats with each rhythm of your heart's love song, one
at a time, the cloud shifts its shapes into portraits of your emotions, turning
neverending thoughts into pictures that can only be interpreted by
your soul's mirror mask.

The ground seems to dance at your feet, gently vibrating in tune to Nature's
lore, you are fascinated by the beauty that overwhelms your every being, its
perfection suddenly realised in that flawless mind that has given birth to
this Eden.



All right, that is as far as i can think of right now. I have this fascination for perfection and beauty, the epitome of human evolution. Yet somehow, with each perfection i see, i tend to see the flaw in it. I guess nothing is perfect. Perhaps, the only perfection that we have are our own imperfection. i always love that phrase, perfect imperfection. It aptly describes our flaws, and it is a simple twist of wordplay.

Perfection can be realised, temporarily though ,through one thing. Love. Consider that Love tends to lower one's inhibition, and tends to idolise the person that you have fallen in love, sculpting a perfect image. Then again, Love is too broad to be place as the reason for such perfection. Maybe it is the honeymoon Euphoria period that tends to heighten one's senses, and makes everything all the more perfect. Once that is over, nobody is perfect. Beauty has its limits, perfect though it may seem, the character will prove otherwise.

Nobody claims to be perfect, yet we tend to give perfection to people who least wants it. Gurus appear perfect in our eyes, teachers of value, holders of virtues, and the epitome of our Earthly faith. But i highly doubt they would appreciate being called perfect, which is why they possess one of the most highly influential charisma in the world. Seduction of the masses without doing anything.

Love aint perfect. Nothing is.

All right.

Maybe only imperfection.

Justin ranted at 12:19:00 am on the
4 January 2007
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