On Perception of Simple

 

At times we pass by,
oblivious and aimless wandering
in search of perfection.
But it's just there,
prepared plainly and purely
undisguised and patient,
waiting for perceptions to adapt,
for visions to conform.

The perception of simple
is my kind of perfect.
The kind that is unaffected,
rich and familiar.
The understanding kind...

The type that remains unruffled
and behaves and stays constant.
Perfection is simple,
the rest is what's changed.