Clare Blanchflower - Mirror of Perfection

I promise you nothing
For I have nothing to give
Nothing to prove
And nothing to be
No thing here
Just a report
From the emptiness of nothing
The expansive land of everything
This quaint country
Called human existence
Expressing now
Here
I can teach you nothing
I have nothing to teach
These words are a whisper
The breath of silence
Touching you
Truth awakening it’s own essence
In you
Stirring the seeds
Grace planted
Eons ago
Pay no attention to the words
Feel the essence that is woven
Between and beyond
These words
That cannot really begin to describe
The wordless wonder
But point inexorably to
The experience
Of this
This
Words that spark aliveness
Shooting arrows of truth’s fire
Igniting the driest wood
And warming that which is damp
Every spark
Beaming rays of golden knowing
Magnetising Self’s perfection
To collect the rest of itself
Home
Home to
Wholeness itSelf
To the field
Where all things reside
As beauty
Reflected by nothing
Pure perception
Of a world emanating truth
The appearance of love
Crafted from the presence of holy knowing
Where nothing happens
Yet everything is happening
To no one
What sublime hilarity
A divine paradox
This life unfolding
In the light
Of grace
Luminously available
To all who
Truly
Long to see
Their own Breath
In the mirror
Of perfection

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