Striving to climb the sheer face of self-perfection,
dreaming of liberation from our flaws,
we feel that they eclipse us.
Yet with persistence we move toward our summit--
found at our innermost core--
as we shed, in jeweled chrysalises, our old selves,
metamorphosing flaws into monarchs' flights!
At the ultimate level--which is really this level--
perfection blossoms within the realm of imperfection.
The drive toward self-perfection is love transmuted into action.