A *PERFECT* HOUSE

A PERFECT house is fear in fancy shoes.

It may satisfy your WANTS - often at the cost of your TRUE needs.

A perfect house is often a scab that's sealing a deep wound.

A perfectly safe house can be the thing that stops us from facing & liberating ourselves from trauma.

A perfect house can feel like an anchor that grounds and secures you, while being tied to a chain that is too short, dragging you and your deeper desires under.

A perfect house, disguising and dressing up plush and good-looking cosy comfort as safety, can make you very sleepy - and make you feel too heavy to get up from the sofa

- too heavy to bother with your dreams.

A perfect house more often than not is a fertile breeding ground for regret.

It's the ballast that holds down the voice that deep down whispers

"WHAT IF?"

A house looking perfect on the outside can make lying to ourselves and each other look

LOGICAL.

A perfect house is often 'SHOULD' cast in concrete.

A perfect house purports to MAKE sense,

the sense that we have not yet found.

A perfect house TAKES time.

A prison is also a VERY SAFE house.

Is your house serving you or are YOU serving IT?

When life on the outside looks like ‘we've made it’,

that's often when we've gone most of track -

when a part inside is DYING.

(Capitalism DOES sell lies!)

Beware of the weed-free lawn.

Beware of the daily feeding of exotic pet fish inside the illuminated tank.

Beware of going round and round in your life and house

like the two hands on the ticking living room clock.

A perfect house always stands between us and

the wide expanse of the infinite starry midnight sky.

A perfect house stands between you and the bliss of surrender -

to God, to the universe -

(whatever ‘God’ means to you).