Passaggio
Passage from illusion to reality
knows little of the scholarly
more accustomed as it is
to escape or risk attempts
to create day for night
versus embracing patience
What is this journey so few take
this exploration defying commonplace
perhaps it is but curiosity
bushwhacking for truth
being here
rather than there
now
As children
we clamor for that
which is out of reach
for the height to slam dunk
the muscle to hit it out of the park
the fortune to excel
to share a report card
worthy of apple pie
without first eating one's vegetables
TV until sleep arrives
bestowing yet further
smiles of fantasy
Some time later
Come one's first traffic ticket
one's first break up
first firing
first death of a friend
Reality's door begins opening
revealing evanescent light
ever mindful of overexposure
preserving illusion's contrast
as veracity ushers aside
Life's sleight of hand
knows Time never waits
Following this first glimpse
just as light can never be understood
without the experience of dark
reality assists you
across the threshold
past your fortified resistance
through aging screen doors of delusion
Illumination bursts forth
like sustained lightning
invading a space askew
cluttered by matter
desperate for grounding
Mind's synaptic storm making connection
At last
The next plateau
that pause
that chance to learn
pure imagination sets free
once imprisoned rewards
Our mind-voice magnifies
heart's ventricles expand
revealing horizons unknown
your future range
your personal F sharp
passaggios
Another terribly evocative poem here, Odin. Keep em coming!
Roger
Ron
budd