Ambiguous perfection

Affairs are relatively in order, and am well rested.Early meditation…A bright morning sun lights outside and in,it’s warmth embraces me in affection;Body is without perceivable strain or distraction.Realize this moment –“ I have everything I want!”while thoughts and efforts are all let go,more perfect than a pretty girlor a smiling baby.Wholeness is without breaksand is radiant.Continuous action of the breath, alive,prevents freezing of any moment.Yet, still comes grasps to hold some fragment,reaching to hold onto,define a memory,take something for me.Though this foolishness is apparent,(Since isn’t my goal at hand?)And thus again, let go, again.But damned if I won’t now, write of it…