What if there is perfection, but there is also the non-perfect, both as a perfect-non-perfection, being cooked as a single flower. Imagine the flower, layered with different types of experience. The flower might be visually perfect, so you taste it, and it reminds you of a delightful home. A friend interrupts your insightful experience, eats the petal and says: Yuck! A stranger stops by, and sees a hurt flower, trapped within the boundaries of its judgments. Saying nothing, you know there is something within his experience that reminds you of the flower. You ask him: Why did you stop here? The stranger replies: Focus on the flower, then observer your hand; let it become unfocused until the hand becomes a blurred vision of the flower. If you can't, you are trying too hard. Relax and let your conceptual constraints take a nap as you unveil the true nature of your hand. If all you see is defined by others, then you are bound to be someone else. The defined limit of your focused hand is only a layer of experience, sight. If all you see is defined by your insight, then you are doomed to be an outcast. Balance the act! He then becomes silent, and you realize instantly that the stranger is you. An outsider acknowledging that your judgments are an extension of your fears, so much pain. Don't cry! We are born with a blurry vision, but as time flows we are expected to define and perfect our perspectives, but what if such definition is lacking? Focus on the hand, make it a flower, and reach its blossom. Is there such thing as perfection? Who cares! Be yourself. It is then that a flower of hope is born.
Perfection is an interesting concept, but one that is always defined by a layer of experience, and therefore a layer of thought. In the absolute silence of judgments, there is a perfect-non-perfection that irradiates every single thing because it is not my desire (and what others desire) which creates something perfect, but my inner state of being. If I am a perfect-non-perfection being which is free from my own judgments, then I can start understanding liberty. Be flowers of hope!