As the years pass.....
Life’s pure, luscious wings are spread;
As feathered days on dusty nights prepared,
To herald now the passing of our slowly drifting years,
An honouring of all that has been shared.
Surrendering of day and known self,
Softened folding, drape and fall of skin,
We shed the images of old and sadly drooping dreams,
To show the shape so long and truly hid.
What lives behind the shining mask is
ego, soft polished with mind's worn rag;
it holds us, fearing, back,
with bright, death-awful glare;
Blinding sight to what lies lost and rare.
Desire to seek lies limply lost;
There is no call to hear or strive to find,
No dream that leads us on to mightier, noble truths;
We wait, abandoned by the rule of mind.
In order, to be led by heart's true voice
beyond the realms of thoughts and
structured rules; into a world where
all is as it should be and where we find
the truth which always was.