Blossoms

A blossomed red rose 
So perfect without trying
Artless existence

Quest

In a monk's robe
Perfect numbers lie
In search of gold

Steps

A morning's dried leaves
Touches of imperfection
In awaking steps

Nudity

To cover blue skies
With a cloud of perfection
A rainmaker's dream

Imbalance

The perfect trap
To think of the world
As good or wrong

Perfection

A perfect morning
Starts with an imperfect thought
Detached from within

Perfection

Life gets closer
To a perfect dusk
With each sunrise

Perfume

Beauty as is
Empty arguments
Imperfect scent

Past Imperfect

What’s autumn
Falling out dried leaves
With taste of past

Essence

Perfect full moon
On flawless blue sky
Imperfect me

Perfection

Perfect line
The perfect time
Just a rhyme

Grasps

With each finite grasp
Infinity appears bare
Of imperfections

Tidal

Imperfect
This world pushes back
As pulls you in

Wonder

Beer bottles clinging
Of a perfect spring evening
The minds can wander

Brilliance

Life’s perfection lies
In our work to make life right
Small diamonds glimmer

Haiku

Thunderlike haiku
The ultimate illusion
Of bare perfection

Perfection

Some things aren’t born
To reach perfection
Are still perfect

The Actor

An empty theater
He bowed and followed his act
In all perfection

Perfection

Some spend a lifetime
In search of born perfection
Wasting rough diamonds

Youth

Search of perfection
Never looked so merciless
For the young seeker