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?