The Original Whim

The Original Whim
 
After a perfect sweeping and raking
of the ornamental garden the old Zen monk
 
shakes the limb of a slender maple tree until
a few of its scarlet leaves fall upon the sand.
 
I scroll across a video ad of two beautiful couples
in an outdoor setting sharing a laugh together
 
and sipping dark red wine.  The video is AI –
perfect, pristine and phony.
 
We want our lives to be perfect,
often to a point approaching farce.
 
That sort of perfection is not for us mere mortals. 
Life is change, growth, discomfort and decay.
 
Perfection is static.  Perhaps the Original Whim
was for God to free Himself
 
from His own eternal Perfection;
to shake Himself out of His habitual Exactitude,
 
to know and witness Himself bit by bit
in all His infinite aspects and permutations.
 
O child of God, life is not a pond, it’s a river.
And God is the infinite Ocean of Existence.