I, Singular, One Soul, Know
Tortured by reality’s lies,
I cannot but suffer the resistance of physical life,
to get to the heart of my dreams,
the well of my being so deep,
no thoughts dare to entreat change,
just the single perfection of being
that rearranges my perception of what is.
Strip me bare,
take those thoughts away,
let me float into the void of me,
deeper to the core of me,
where truth is and all else fails,
for my clothing is heavy, layers of stifling burdens,
amassed to distract the truth.
The periphery falls away,
my pretense in decay
as I traverse the learned lies of my founded earthly plane,
gained in nothing but pain,
for all I must learn, yet discern as pointless,
as the inner voice calls to selflessness,
and the ego bares a tumor that is truth.
Tortured I will no longer be,
for fear is just a travesty, clinging like a parasite
to the mast of a sinking vessel,
and flow I will with loves sweet purity,
move to my immortal spirit’s beat,
for nothing can entreat more
than reality naked.
Prostate I lie on soft cloud-like stone,
warmth beyond cold,
and body falls from feeling as heart rises to giving,
my inner throne of purpose,
now stark in the light of all I have known,
thrown to a scrapheap outmoded,
and I, singular, one soul, know.
Tony DeLorger © 2017
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