Chapter 9 Perfect

You ask me, brother, when man becomes perfect. Please listen to my answer: When man feels that he is the boundless sky, the boundless sea, the ever-burning fire, the ever-flashing light, the wind that blows wildly or dies, the cloud that thunders and thunders and rains, the brook that sings or weeps, When it is the trees that bloom in spring and fall their leaves in autumn, when it is high mountains and low-lying valleys, when it is fertile or barren land, he is moving towards perfection. If man can feel all this, he is halfway to perfection.If he wants to achieve the ultimate goal of perfection, he should perceive his own essence, know that he is a child who depends on his mother, an elder who is responsible for his children, and a person who is lost between his belief and love. The young man is a middle-aged man wrestling with his past and future, a worshiper living in seclusion in his hut, a prisoner in his own prison, a man buried in his study and piles of papers. The scholar is a fool in the darkness of his night and the darkness of his day, a nun between the flowers of his faith and the thorns of solitude, a whore between the fangs of his weakness and the claws of his needs , a poor man between his own bitterness and resignation, a rich man between his own greed and partiality, a poet between his own fog of evening and the light of magic.

If man could experience and understand all this, he would attain perfection and become a shadow within the shadow of God.