Flow as We in Expectation
The winds only touch the still,
those running feel not its afferent trace,
and those against the blow just hasten to overcome,
frustration the sum of running with no progress,
as with water’s flow, the rise and fall,
drawn and pushed, fighting for breath,
visions dark of life and death,
as we struggle against ourselves.
What walls and breaches we place before us,
stoic obstacles with no relent,
when ’tis we who create them out of fear,
give them strength to interfere
with our every plan and goal,
the whole of our lives dependent upon
the kindness in our soul,
to believes in ourselves, to trust.
The tempest rages in thunderous calamity,
the strewn carcasses of lost and yielding souls
overwhelmed by life’s consistent toll,
lay upon a battlefield, of blood and gore,
never to restore the faith we can hold,
instead letting fear dictate our every breath,
and in death find no reward,
no worthwhile cause at all.
The fire cleanses in quiet consumption,
ridding life of past debris,
and with regret we keep those flames alive,
if only we could see the waste of time,
as past dictates no present,
just the passage of deliverance,
and we should recognize the folly,
of nurturing dead wood.
All is born from within,
no vessel of external source,
and so all radiates in forms we adhere,
our creations comforting or austere,
will haunt our mind for what they are
and what harm or good they bring,
so let not the winds pale our aspirations,
let them flow as we in expectation.
Tony DeLorger © 2018
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