Imperfection transformed by perfect love

A world of imperfection, a world of gathered knowledge weathered by the storms of curiosity, egotism and materialism synthesized in a realm of paranoia, fixated upon vengeful victory begets only narcissistic falsehoods idolized by many yet understood by few.  Challenged by our mind, our personification of perfection leads to a menagerie of inferiority complexes; struggle for struggle we only see what the mind wills.  Willing only the short comings of perfection, the mind engaged in a constant battle, a battle for superiority, a battle for control.  The mind seeks victory, using a vocabulary of harsh, degrading words, words which cut the confidence of even the most confident, the mind minimizes the heart, muting the soul.  Imperfect moments accumulate until we, ourselves feel imperfect, we feel less than whole all because we suffer the grips of the mind.  We mine as well wear a scarlet A in our chest for the mind has branded us incompetent.  A defeatist attitude at best, life now a series of tests devised by the mind to prove our worth via our compliance to tedious tasks deemed sufficient in judging our character, our competence level and our value.  Archaic in nature, the mind still uses a slide rule to measure our worth and thus we swing from moment to moment; never consistent for the mind still forever holds perfection as its base.  The problem with perfection as the base of all worthiness is that perfection is none existent upon this earth.  Perfection exists only in God, nothing else.  Students may receive a 100 as a grade on a test, perfection right?  Wrong.  Mastery on an already flawed assessment as it was generated by flawed humans simply signifies that humans are capable of greatness, capable of regurgitating information initially contrived in the minds in search of greater things.  While greatness is achievable perfection is not for perfection would insinuate that were are Godly and while we are of God's world, while we are made in His image and likeness, we are not Gods.  Determining our worth against our level of performance based perfection creates only heavy hearts and shells of persons for we become a vast wasteland of regret, wandering with listless spirits; never able to rise to the level of perfection, we deem our lives unworthy of the greatness lying within.  Vicious and conniving, the mind highlights our weaknesses that we remain captive to its plot until, finally, we are muted by our own mind.  Unable to speak, we retreat to a world propelled by a need for perfection, a world unattainable yet sought at every moment.  Questions arise..., "What if I do not measure up?", "What will others think if they find out...?", "How can I make it look like...?"  These questions infiltrate the mind causing the body to work harder to mask imperfections that others may not identify such imperfections and deem us weak or unworthy of friendship.  Hiding from our own person, we begin to lose site of who we truly are, of how we are intimately connected to God and to others.  A shell of our person exists as we continue through life constantly battling our own being, fighting to never see such flaws; masquerading our very own life.  The well of our being begins to crack and dry as the mind constantly bombards the soul with flashes of perfection, lights so hot causing soars and aches.  Life now a set of perfunctory actions for sudden movements only cause more cracking, more pain.  The monotony of life continues to be masqueraded as a precaution, a protection from the scrutiny of the mind.  No matter how masked, no matter how critical the mind, the heart still holds greatness for the heart forever holds God; therefore the reality of our beings are forever intertwined in, themselves, greatness.  We need not be perfect beings to accept such greatness, we need simply to accept ourselves as we are, flawed, imperfect and yes, lovable.  Though the initial investigation to the depths of the soul may frighten, we must remember that fear is only a product of the mind; it is irrational, it is intangible and thus fear is of no consequence to our being.  Further investigation shows that the cracks and can be easily repaired with a bonding agent, the agent of love.  Our constant striving for perfection over imperfect happenstances creates for us blinders of true reality, the truth of God, the truth of His offering and promise of life.  Living with masks we can hardly deem living for we struggle to breathe, we struggle to evacuate the constricting tower we have hidden in for so long; the tower we placed ourselves in that others may not see what the mind deemed as heinous imperfections which weigh against our credibility.  Thinking this credibility as clout, the slide rule again used this time to calculate our worth. Deemed unworthy by the mind it is projected that others, too, would deem us unworthy and so the height of the tower rises and our feelings of worth disintegrate.  Encumbered by the weight of the masks and confused by the purpose of each, life now a different series of tests; these test entitled, "How well do you know your masks?"  Subjected to surviving, we begin to juggle the layers of masks, stress our companion as we deliberate over the appropriate mask for each situation for the wrong mask at the wrong time or with the wrong person is a recipe for disaster and so at any given time we could have hundreds of masks in the air ready to fall with one slip of the hand.  These masks become a cloud of misfortune as we, regrettably, strive for the mystical, elusive perfection.  Monotony the victory as life passes away and we remained trapped in the tower of the mind.  Disgusted and defeated the mind keeps us hostage though, unknowingly, we hold the key to our release.  The tower now miles from the ground looks ominous, fearing a fall, we remain secluded from true self and others; that is until we realize that fear is nothing but an illusion.  Hope now regained, we begin to scrutinize the mind finding its calculations devious and enslaving. The heart speaks and as it speaks it comforts, it offers compassion, freedom and love.  The masks, they fall to the ground, breaking as they hit the cracked surface of our browbeaten soul.  Emancipated from the mind, life no longer a comprehensive comparison of lesser imperfection denoting our worth; rather, life now a measure of our worth in the eyes of a loving Father.  True nothing on earth is perfect but while on earth we can experience perfection...love, true, unconditional love is perfect, it knows no bounds, it seeks no adaptations, it wants for nothing and longs to instill peace in the soul by which it inhabits. The cracks of the soul malicious carved and hauntingly taunted by the mind, are so gingerly and tenderly healed by love. Perfect love enables us to accept the imperfections of this life, the imperfections of our person for love perfectly fills these cracks creating a smooth surface of understanding.  The mind will attempt mirages of attainable perfection only to lure us back into the seclusionary tower of perfunctory worth.  Love dwells within our being; love, God's offering of self, an offering of His perfect reality while we navigate this imperfect world.  In one felt swoop, our imperfections transformed into acceptance and worth by an offering of perfect love.  May this love continue to solidify the truth of our worth as it heals the lesions left behind by the dictatorship of the mind.  As we heal we come to understand that life is not about survival, rather it is about thriving.  Perfect love enables us to thrive, imperfections and all, for we understand our worth is measured in love not placated by the illusive mastery of perfection figmented by the mind in an attempt to entrap the soul.  You have freed my soul!  You, God, your offering of perfect, unconditional love has left an impression of worth in my heart.  What you were able to see, that which eluded even me, is amazing. Your love has brought life to withered soul freeing me to live unencumbered by the mind.  Thank you God, I cherish our connection and rely on your perfect love.