Perfection needs no addition… this should say everything. Its a destination with no more roads anywhere behind it. If u can see, then u need to see this truth… life holds no perfected state… there’s always room for more growth. When ur done growing ur already dead… if not physical or mentally, than spiritually… only fools see heaven, perfection, or their possibility here… sadly these are blind and ignorant people. The wise see only a stepping stone to a station much more advanced and greater… that’s it.

Published by Pack Redfeather

I am a walking contradiction of traditions some say. An African American and Native American Muslim poet with a personal life history as violently turbulent as a Storm. A visionary from the bottom of life’s social barrel striving to share the hope found in the light of faith through sometimes dark but real poetry. I’m a former member of the Bloods street gang, former serial bank robber, and both federal/state prison convict. I live on my mother’s tribal reservation of the Leech Lake band of Ojibwe in Minnesota.

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