Relinquishing the delusional hope that we can or must be flawless—
allows us to seek happiness in the only place it can be found:
our real, messy, imperfect experience.
It is Monday, already messy. I am not consciously aware of believing in flawless living but I am not without my delusions.
It is fair to say that on most days I start out feeling flawless until my experience proves otherwise. It is rather like “building castles in the air” only to recognize that not all, sometimes none, are worthy of a foundation.
Building castles is its own merit, part of the messy and imperfect experience of being alive. It is delusional to believe that the experience is anything but impermanent.
We have woven a reality based on our projections, imagination,
hopes, fears, and delusions. Our cocoons have
become very solid and sophisticated.
Dzongsar Khyentse Rinpoche
Cocoon or castle, neither is forever. The cocoon will never know life as a butterfly but a butterfly will never know life unless there is a cocoon.
We are, which is not who we will be or who we were.
We are not flawless in our living nor are we meant to be. If we were, how paltry our experience.
Just stop and be still, effortlessly still. Grace will do the rest.