“Discrepancies”
Discrepancies arise,
As time moves on for us,
If we will just be patient –
Waiting for
It’s still-unfolding
Ring of quiet truth.She said,
“Most gullible you are
My friend – I used to be
As well,
But found it interfered
With life
As it is lived,
And work I had to do.“For people tell
You pretty much
What comes to mind,
And mind most complex is;
Within our daily
Give-and-take –
Who cares?”I thought a lot
About that estimate –
Perceiver-type, for sure
Most accurate – but no –Though it was true
It did not matter
For, when disengaged
From all the world,
It still provided
What was requisite,
My task to do
Of Jubilee
Once more.And so today
Those truths abide
And serve my purposes
And tasks
Within
This life –Tasks,
Not tasks of service,
Order,
Insight,
Or the rest;But tasks
Of liberation
Of the self,
Or group,
Within the larger frame
Of lives
Enslaved
From oh
So many
Purposes
In life.Discrepancies –
Surprised I always am
When they emerge at last,
And truth
Displays its essence
As some jarring piece,
Refusing to be tucked
Back in
To some
Now bulging
Bag.For truth
Will out,
If we be patient
And await
Emergence of the parts
Which can’t be hid,
’Midst subterfuge
Of deft
Concealing
Minds.I doubt
A person can
Withhold
Or cover up
As well as mind,
When set at ease,
Can dodge and shift
Through fantasy
In life.So –
Let it run,
And romp,
And play –
It matters not –In fact –
When loosed
To do what it does well,
It does itself
Spin fiction
Quite sublime.Same fiction that I spin,
Which deep within
Holds echoes of the truth
Our minds conceal
From even
Us –
Especially
Us.And so
The stories go,
And spin,
And play
So freely
In the light,
Which
Normally
Come out to play
When darkness falls –And we,
Within the silence
And the
Shelter of our
Darkened rooms,Play out
Our silent fantasies,
In dream-like states
Resolving
In the morn
Those truths
We need to hear,
But
So resistant are –We much
Prefer to
Shut them
Down.But
Then there comes
That telltale fact –
That slip of tongue,
Revealing truth
Beneath such
Subterfuge –There –
There it is!
What was that word
You used just now?No,
No, not that one,
The one before –
There,
There it is –
A-ha!And then the truth is out,
The truth our minds resist
Yet yearn to have revealed,
As we press onward
From the
Darkened corners
Of our
’Prisoned
Selves.Relief!
Release indeed!
And we?
Freed up indeed –Through joyful
Play of words
And thoughts,
Spun into
Threads –
Then yarn –
Then
Tapestries of truth –
Concealed
With
Subterfuge
Of stories
Which we spin.navigation