[a pastiche in prose]
It began with a realization
that a life bent to others’ expectations
- no matter its excellence -
lacked the spice of self-satisfaction.
And so starts the journey
for the search of the ‘ideal’
soon proved a foolish reveal.
Here the experience
of recrimination and accusation
cut so deeply into myself
even as I bend to thrust at others.
“Oh, you foolish, foolish man...
Why do you search for such a pure life
when all around you so cleverly decree
‘Do unto others before they do unto you’.”
“What now, foul mouth” I heard myself reply
“Would I acquiesce to such petty thoughts
Why, I would be no better than you ...
and that “ I shudder “is too common a thing...”
But then Who and What am I
that dares such lofty feelings
To spurn the base and selfish acts
too common in Everyman.
Would I ... could I ...
ever find the answers
to such a simple complicated life
...or is it better to just ... retreat ?
And so time and time passed
Now I no longer a driven youth
my life still not placid
but filled with observations and bitter resignations.
Here then is life
where men gain by use and abuse
Prized for slaughtering competition
Praised with envy and sour jealousy.
Is this all that life has to offer
This sham we call ‘success’
Am I the fool to search in vain
for a lost dream born of crying rain.
And then it happened
as if a switch had turned
Life acquired a different tint
for in she walked, and color grew.
Now with new eyes I see
this hidden side of life
Is this where I belong
or it still be closed to me …
Oh, that such a simple act
could bring so powerful a meaning
So deep a revelation
to give us all its Truth
You see - it is not the Path
- nor the life you seek
- but the people in it
- that bring true value to all you speak
And this, my love, is all you’ll ever need ...