The perfect man
employs his mind as a sponge.
He grasps nothing.
He refuses nothing.
He receives, yet gives.
The perfect glass
reflects all it is shown.
Favouring nothing.
Desiring nothing.
Seeing no difference in
the colours it reflects.
The perfect love
demands nothing.
It grows.
It accepts.
It holds, but does ot own.
The perfect life
reflects
all the mirrors
it is shown.