A finely wrought perfection
The night is not imperfect
because there is no sun in the sky.
Darkness bears its own virtue and the breaking day
offers merely a different aspect of the same perfection.
Our lives are perfect, yours and mine, for God’s purpose.
Every thought, word and deed just as God wills it.
On the mortal level of time-and-space duality,
we might speak of ignorance and sin,
self and other, good and evil, love and fear
but there is a finely wrought perfection
in this long night and the breaking day will bring us
merely a different aspect of that same perfection.
O child, if God is non-dual,
how could anything be less than perfect?
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