Watching the Cycles, the Never-Ending Lives Reborn

So hard to watch,
the folly and sway of thoughts
that lead a soul to finite ends,
the pain of harsh reproach,
and for the observer,
a play of script well known,
but no words can placate what’s sewn,
in the growing of a soul.
Like written in stone,
the future stumbles to its conclusions,
and those who see
cannot intervene with this show,
just let it alone
and let lessons bleach the skin,
under the sun of truth
where mercy is not known.
Knowing and seeing is a burden,
the thoughts of those so misconstrued
in action, desperate in deception,
to escape that bed they’ve made,
yet we must watch
as the ramifications are laid,
and the pain is undertaken,
and we, sharing it with those we love.
Repetition is a malignancy, and
lessons not learned in circumstance
come manifest in flesh;
and pushing to rid it just
the cause of further spread,
as acceptance is a fine thread
of understanding,
and will is not the answer.
Death becomes us all
when life is empty of learning,
and illness just a means of dispensation,
the journey to other realms
and perhaps back again,
to glean yet another life
and find the epiphanies required,
so that understanding becomes the sigh of relief.
Tony DeLorger © 2017
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Very wise and excellent penning, Tony. Your life lessons are so much enjoyed and meaningful to me. I keep your ‘View From the Shed’ close by and read different parts often. This is a great piece, Tony.
Thanks Phyllis, so pleased you enjoyed it. have a great day!
The cycles of our lives are foretold, our journey’s many. If what we do on this plane determines the extent of where we recycle again then so be it. Life is a continuum of thoughts. A mind so unused must go on to renewal. It’s limitations scarcely scratched here on earth. The body is a shell, the heart and soul the time traveler. Oh but to meet up with past lives and have a glass of ale or two would be nice. As usual your thoughts on life Tony blow me away, a true scholarly conveyor in poetic form. Bravo
Too kind my friend, and so glad you connect and appreciate my thoughts. Take care Vincent.
Yes, “knowing” can sometimes be unbearably painful. Your poem expresses everything we feel and think, universally, but told by you, a gifted-mind, overflowing with eloquence and finer things.
Tamara
Thank you sincerely Tamara, your kind words are very much appreciated. Pleased you connected with my thoughts. take care.