I’m no longer searching for perfection.The search for perfection constrains the spontaneous doing. It limits the doing. It is only in the act of doing where the space for experimenting our being can be constituted. Any judgement only slows down, represses and damages the possibility of that delicate process of flourishing of the being manifests itself. Yes, it is delicate, as the herb born in the middle of an open meadow. It is necessary to protect the creative moment in order to generate freedom. It is freedom, the frequency that allows the being to manifest itself. The freedom is like the water in the lake where we can bathe in. The swimming, the movement, gives rise to creation and free creation is the manifestation of the being.