DELUSION?

Eternity is within... some say...within the temple

of the heart,

Is this where we're to begin?

To see through the senses... a path...of ways

in which to visit the infinite...present and past,

To make sense of some perpetual future chase...

Just missing its reach... far from holding grace,

What bones can be picked to learn from a great

Sage?

Words! Are we to believe those gems to be a truth?

And trust. How can much wisdom of old... have such

profound proof?

Copious volumes of wisdom written in books...

Lasting thousands of years... is this evidence to a

necessary clue?

Proof saddled on a realised master who had once served?

Sending some away with pearls in the guise of his words

to ponder; to live by... or to be getting on with!

Is this a sublime way to having gems, or be clothed in the

safe haven of the absurd?

Can we dare to begin to see beyond the boundaries of

earth?

For us all to grasp... and be blessed with grace and

understanding of true mirth,

Grounded one has to be...they say... to capture a mere

glimpse of the universe...

and feel the twilight unfold in a split plinth of its wake.

If belief is not forth coming... will I then...for a while...

Ride the mythic horse of blind faith?

Based on tales... picked up in bastardised fashion's... sport

and exotic ways...

Throughout years of a life-long, personal pace...

And then resignation calls me to fumble quietly in a haze...

of mild madness

'til one-day a eureka moment... a breakthrough sends raw

Delusion back to the place from whence it came?