Perilous the journey to self,
the arduous path of experience
and recompense for mistakes,
all to realize the truth that abides us,
the self awaiting us to confront face to face,
to accept all impediments and love, regardless,
to find ourselves, our summit climbed.
Yet along the way, we falter,
succumb to the tribulations of peripheral flow,
disguised in wants and goals,
yet distraction from our course,
our pathway to discovering
who we are, in reality,
and the knowing of place and purpose.
This ecliptic reign, this ironic flow,
that takes us to hell and back
just to know who we are, who we have always been,
such a miraculous path, the aftermath
a serenity we’ve never known,
and a knowing fulfilled, finally to understand
the pain of learning.
The end never seen,
just an acknowledgement of pain,
and often the blaming and bitter regrets of choices made,
all to smooth this ragged path,
to teach us that resistance to the truth
is pointless, and despite the ego’s flight,
the soul is the foundation in crystal clarity.
The journey is long,
the task often overwhelming,
yet in stillness, in quietness of heart
do we first see glimpses,
recognize that our strife is our alone,
and in acceptance we grow, accepting the flow
as just the heartbeat of time.
The great circle of life, the path to self,
and the echo may be heard,
‘I found myself,
I was hiding under the couch the whole time!’
How serious we can be, when life is clean,
and all that troubles is me, and my choices.
Tony DeLorger © 2017