*

tenderly

I

concede

to

a ‘certainty'

that constructed

my mind..

*

that may

correspond

in some shape or form

with

other realities..

*

my story

constructed,

*

liking

it...

*

my world

has substance,

meaning

and form..

*

I

acknowledge

acutely,

the

precarious nature

of my vision,

*

knowing

that in very short

moment,

*

all may change

and

this constant

that lives here

will no more be..

*

all the more reason

to cherish

and

absorb

this tenderness,

fleeting

as

it

is.

*

thus

without

constraint, lovingly

we let go, passing on the flame

*

many a

year,

transience of the seasons -

did we struggle,

twisted and turned

this way

that way,

*

at first just to

comprehend

the mystery

of it all..

*

perplexed,

Copernican

realisation

that alas! the universe

ran not to our calling;

enduring sea change -

allowing no return to

the bliss of

self-centeredness

*

later,

much later,

a world passing;

absorption

in

flights of youthful fantasia..

shaping inner constructs

at our pleasure

to our will,

sweetly unaware

of gruesome, greater

actualities.

*

further,

the arrogance, blindness

and joy

of adolescent command,

*

once again proving the might

of the self contrary

to the great

undulations

of a wider

history

passing vaingloriously

around us,

no ripples disturbing ongoing

visions

of omnipotence..

*

ahh then the close pain of

real growth

occupies us

many a broken monday

to friday..

*

fighting, like migrant birds

to establish our little scrap

of terrain

rushing out to

protect and feed our

open-mouthed

innocents..

passing on the flame

*

Without constraint

Lovingly

We let

Go

*

patient

surveillance

oft straining to interfere,

until wisdom

rests

a gentle hand on our shoulder

encouraging

moderation

*

let them go

to find their world..

leave it up to them,

for this is nature

friend,

this is the

farewell way of

life

*

without constraint

lovingly

we let

go

*

so,

tired now,

awe,

stricken down by fatigue,

is running

on empty..

*

ne'ertheless,

sweetness prevails,

good heartedness

and humility reign,

counter to distressed

inner machinations..

*

shimmering summer lights

dance across

one's gaze,

unconcerned at

this observer's

mien

*

gratefully,

gracefully,

life's burden

abandoned..

*

the spring in my step

but a shuffling feat

of imagination..

*

aroused, I laugh it off

never gainsay

exhaustion -

‘tis just another test

upon the merry path

of

existence..

*

he stands proud,

arms aloft..

pondering dizzy heights,

far, far below,

 murky waters pitch and toss,

cajoling mind..

squinting, in and out of focus,

both

real and not real,

as in a dream..

absorbed,

detached, terrified,

curious..

perceptions finding no resting place...

amidst this

splendid and awesome uncertainty,

he

casts his inquiry

into the sands of the unknown

and dives in,

now, the sharpened bite of

terror and fate slice by,

  undulating goose bumps of uncertainty

ripple across his flesh

nowhere to hide,

arms unable to

prevent momentum

of the fall

out of the ether

into

grace;

trust.

opening.

opening wide...

with abandon

the fall envelops him,

lifetimes run through him,

the hours roll by

the seconds freeze...

the iridescent blue

rushes up to meet him

with a

almighty

roar,

the salt laden caress

of the ocean

engulfs him and

he tumbles through

the wreckage of water,

falling

elegantly

into nether worlds...

his trust transcends

the buoyancy of his

engulfed frame

and he floats

at last -

up,

into the

shimmering glaze

of a restful

rolling

panorama

of peace and tranquillity,

job done..