Jeff Foster: Perhaps your imperfections are not really imperfections, and not yours at all

Perhaps your imperfections
Are not really ‘imperfections’
And not ‘yours’ at all

Perhaps they are the last remnants
Of a greater perfection Misunderstood by mind and forgotten long ago

Come out of the story of the ‘poor me’
And discover the riches in the smallest of things
A single breath, a glance from a friend, an autumnal breeze

Celebrate the unwanted, the unloved stranger, the perfect mistake

Collapse into wonderful unknowing

Be perfectly unfinished

Finally

– Jeff Foster