(for lack of better words)
expanding infinitely
(outward and/or inward)
interconnected
and indivisible
likened to silver thread
or cosmic fishing line
masks worn by energy
to make the mundane a bit more interesting
we hide ourselves
behind custom and training
but are, were and always will be
a playful nothingness
wrapped up in perfecting
our games (whichever they are we choose)
my game now is darts
I slowly learn the rules
the lingo
the history
Defy gravity, briefly
sail through air
to hit a spot
hopefully chosen by the thrower
Perfection would be
to hit what you aim for?
If that was possible
what fun would it be?
Imperfection is playful
Perfection is joyless
yet we all still seek
a closer proximity
to perfection
So in our imperfection
we require a combination
of thought & action
to progress
Practice, repetitive action
and will, knowledge, understanding
John Otter 