Perfection and Death

"I want Perfection."
"Doesn't everyone?"
"No, I don't think so. I think most people want a little bit of it but not the whole package, where they leave the cycle of life. I think—no, I know—that I have lived thousands of lives. I may be the worst meditator ever, but I'm beginning to know things. Almost like my other lives are slipping me notes. Don't look at me like that. Anyhow, they have been telling me—I think—that until now, I never wanted real Perfection because I never saw it in the flesh. Not like this. It's something I've been rebelling against for a long time."
"Rebelling? Against Perfection?"
"Yes, but not anymore. It's necessary somehow. I can feel it. I've been fighting against becoming part of the Oversoul, but now I want that more than anything."
Milo could hear the voices in his head dancing around and singing.
"Let me get this straight," said Ompati. "You've been rebelling against perfection but now you've changed your mind because the Master is perfect, but in practical, groovy ways you can understand?"
"Yeah. That's what a teacher does, right? Gets you to understand? Well, I understand."
The voices in his head presented him with some cool dancing lights and sitar music.
Milo hadn't known they could do that.
"Wow." He said. "Beautiful."
He reached down and touched the earth. For a moment, he could feel it turning beneath him.
"What in hell are you doing?" Asked Ompati.
”I'm not sure. Something wonderful. It's making me have to go to the bathroom."
And this felt quite Buddha-like to him and quite perfect. And maybe it was.

—Michael Poore; Reincarnation Blues


Holly Margl is the award-winning author of Witnessing Grief; Inviting Trauma and Loss to Our Coaching Conversations, An Enneagram Perspective, coach, coach mentor, and trainer specializing in grief, trauma, and the Enneagram.

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