Life: The Utmost Clarity

[Verbavore]

Since I currently have my signature quoting from this poem, I thought it would be appropriate to let you see the whole thing. I wrote it specifically for someone who needed it at the time.

Aug. 1996

Clearly life’s not perfect, but only in your sight.
A flower field in summer to a ritual knife at night.
You cloud your sky with mystery,
cover yourself with large palm leaves
so we can’t see your body, flesh
(You made up not perfected)
Your countenance with beauty mesh
(That’s not what from me you expected.)
And even though you never know,
I’ll tell you, little one:
So very long your life’ll go,
(A hundred billion burning suns.)

I know that things get sad sometimes,
You’re pulled down by the sin.
Just smile and think of happy days
and still keep up your chin
to will yourself that you may see
Those happy days to come.
Embrace the circle, life it is
to find out where you’re from.
We are all together to meet the status quo.
The end’s the same for all of us, no matter how we go.
So take the warrior path of heart that to yourself be true.
It’ll take you to the better part. You’ll be more happy, too.
But, if you let the sound you guide grate sour on your soul,
you pass right back your parking pass, and drive right past your goal.