Alone I am within my sentient mind,
aside from the physicality of earthly life,
as I wade through the choices and understandings
gleaned from life’s incessant challenges,
the echoes of past,
the resounding of inner voices,
contesting my will
to abide the path that is mine to walk.
So convoluted the logic I’m supposed to accept,
when answers appear in rhymes and riddles,
misunderstood in every principle
that drives me to look further,
know beyond the reason that so fails me,
when life is more than I know,
more than the whispers that echo in my dreams,
yearning to disclose the truth.
Dreams become more than reality,
paths to futures I’ve not seen,
pasts that bare my being long gone,
and a present I wish to know flawlessly,
present in my epiphanies and imbibing all I can,
to know this mind, this soul of such potential,
yet I am but a babe in arms,
steps yet to be taken to find my whole.
Within this vast and endless realm of self,
there is so little I see, yet I am a universe,
a possibility yet advantaged,
a potential yet given flight,
and as I open this door,
this proverbial opening to enlightenment,
I ache for the loss of innocence,
the child of ignorant bliss I once was.
Within I find my true self,
unveiled in purity and potential,
unscathed as my mortal body is,
and with faith I cross that line,
that so connects worlds, tethers fear to flesh,
where mind alone sees freedom,
sees the power of thought in flux,
to whittle worlds to wanted states.
Tony DeLorger © 2018