If you expect perfection
Don’t come here
This is the abode of the imperfect
If you expect a smooth ride
Don’t come here
This is the abode of challenges and trials
If you expect quick results
Don’t come here
Only the patient will survive
If you expect rest and comfort
Don’t come here
This is where one must strive
If you expect clarity
Don’t come here
This is the home of questions and thought
If you cant take pain
Don’t come here
Pain is a part and parcel of this lot
If you arent persistent
Don’t come here
Only the steadfast will thrive
This is the abode of the imperfect
The student, the one tried
This is the abode of joy and love
Where there are rainstorms and sunshine
Lida Berghuis
August 21st 2011
lida's musings 
Wow. I’m in love with this poem! Such an important reminder for everyone. I think we often as humans and even more as humans striving towards spiritual perfection, have a tendency to forget to have compassion with ourselves and to allow ourselves to grow rather than just expecting perfection from the beginning.
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Thanks so much Shira. I totally agree with you. I’ve written another poem about having compassion for ourselves, especially during trials and moments when we feel quite inadequate. If you can’t find it let me know and I’ll repost it.
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