What If?
What If?
Perhaps it is that I am only now
passing over into light
with all its
handmaidens and attendants:
Truth, Clarity, Peace
Accepting Things As
They Are,
and eyes shorn of any
lenses
but their own.
Truth alone is hard
enough to bear,
takes practice as
strenuous and disciplined
as any daily workout,
but being in every
moment's truth
is marathon training
in this world of
canonized illusion.
The oldest of all
battles:
light and dark, truth
and lies,
goes on as always and
always will.
But what if? What if
it were all one, not
either this or that?
Not pitted against
each other
like eternal enemies?
Would not then the
flow of life
be a river of dancing
shadows
moving into an ocean
of light?
