My beard gets longer, my mind stronger
and life seems to relent
on the avalanche of pain once dealt,
or is it how the pain is felt, that’s different,
no longer fear drives my experience,
life, death, suffering but a clearance
of those experiences I need,
and no more.
There is a centering, a grounding
that is beyond my words,
where absurdity is plain,
and kindness now takes the reins
of my responses to the world,
like a flag unfurled my colors eyes to see,
and misery foregoes its place,
when grace for me, replaces.
I’ve not hit the finishing line,
au contraire, I decline,
but in age one hopefully sees a settling
of that omniscient meddling,
when the rushes of harsh learning take a break,
and life is a sharing more than ache,
oh how insight is so gratifying,
sublimely satisfying, not forsaken.
In any case,
as my frown becomes engraved,
and all my choices made,
I sit and watch the world turn,
others struggle and discern their fate,
while I on my path of late,
imbibe what is meant,
and in sharing my heart placate any woes.
The shadow of recompense is always looming,
and ineptitude is still assuming place,
but I’ve learned to navigate
the path I’ve chosen, and know my limitations,
and focus on the seeds of my revelation,
so that others may see their destination
on this journey of discovery.
Hallowed are those who see the truth,
when buried in the mire of deceit,
and in a world so wanting in truth,
the ruses must be proof enough,
we must trust ourselves alone,
and then share what we know,
so that others can find peace
and a release from servitude.
Tony DeLorger © 2018