On the high road of life
So many false turns,
So many missed opportunities.
Not stolen from us
By any illusion of cruel fate
Or malign third party,
Wasted only by lethargy
And an appetite for self indulgence.
This much we can all divine
And be sure of.
Shelter from this truth,
Seek shallow comfort
For as long as you chose…
But, however rich or poor,
However downcast or mighty,
There is nowhere to hide.
No excuses left
For either hopelessness or self pity,
When it is the most humble and yet luminous
Amongst us
That live and feel this axis the most.
Truly a bequest to all.
And one that will wait
For each one of us forever,
If it needs to.
Knowing that with the will,
With no more than constancy
And a good heart,
There is so much space for grace,
So many possibilities,
So much further to go…
And squander this gift,
As we often do,
Ultimately not one amongst us
Will ever be denied that journey –
The glimmer of a chance to shine.
One evening just stumbled across this gathering, whilst out for a wander about…
And still the darkness waits for me,
As I know it will…
And ever more avariciously still,
As it senses my journey comes closer to fruition.
I know in my heart it is a given
That I can never entirely banish this spectre of the night,
It will always be beside me, as it needs to be.
Just as surely as the sunniest of summer’s mornings
Or the broadest of smiles on a lover’s face
Can make your heart soar,
And as a counterpoint in the navigation
Of all that’s possible in life.
All that one would ever want to reach out for,
Whether driven by angels or demons…
So I choose to condemn it
To wait on the sidelines forever.
And as an irrelevance, a meaningless shadow,
A token silhouette to all my blessings.
Like the soft dusting of fallen snow on hollow bones,
On the already broken, spilt corpse
Of souls long since departed.
Strengthened by the certainty
That the light I cherish and hold dear within
Will instead keep me safe and warm,
Till my own time comes….
I have never known a year have so many powerful sunsets – though what it is a portent of, I’m not entirely sure…
However beautiful,
No pebble on the beach.
You were my touchstone.
And yes,
I have now smelt the perfume of the Gods.
If only for precious moments
Opened the gilded door
And walked through.
Set foot on hallowed ground,
Taken refuge where my soul longed to be,
In the sunlit meadow of my dreams.
Bathed in love and light,
Healed and nourished,
Elevated by experiences of wonder.
It was the miracle of how the needs,
The spiritual hunger
Of two separate physical beings,
Two fractured souls,
Could fit together so perfectly,
Like long lost pieces of some ancient code
That, once re-united, yielded up energies,
Ecstasies and insights beyond our imagining.
That was the key.
And far beyond any love affair
With its own predictable half-life
Of intensity, its cycle of emotion.
Instead a permanent path
That, once illuminated,
Goes ever onward – a way home…
A picture from my old files that I chanced upon recently.
The road may well have sliced through the landscape, but look how the rocks are still speaking to it…
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