Clutter & Imperfection: A Simple (or not so simple) Poem

Everywhere I look
there is clutter
and imperfection

Whether inside or outside
Yes, inside or outside

Do you work  
to contain, clean,
remove and improve it?

Or do you accept 
such a state?

Either way, 
all I see is
work.



___________

• Do you ever have days when inside or outside your house or inside or outside yourself, all you see is clutter and imperfection?
• Do you ever have days when everything, even acceptance, seems like work?
• What would happen if you realized that a clutter-free, imperfection-free life is neither possible nor more holy than a life of perceived inner and outer perfection?
• What helps you relax and even have fun in the midst of clutter and imperfection?