On the path of life one ventures,
Twisting, leaping, in a direction or three at once,
And yet all three one day one may find,
Are just one, long, intertwined path,
Of illusionary elements that at their core,
Are all of the exact same kind.
‘Tis the illusion that gains us this clarity,
That we constantly appear to seek,
Hilariously venturing through apparent smog,
Evolving our brains ‘till we think we’ve found our way through,
Thinking there’s some amazing destination,
Only to find ourselves still sitting on the exact same log.
For though we’ve ventured, evolved, transpired,
We’ve learned a lot, changed everything and grown tired,
When we strip back it all, sit, and prepare our next step,
Knowing of the illusion we’ve cleared that’s at our back,
We can see now all the variants we’ve overcome,
Have essentially returned us back to our core concept.
A concept that has been with us our whole lives,
Whether we acknowledge it there or not,
Those whom seek rest assured shall find theirs,
Though it shan’t be what they think they’re looking for,
When they look they may see only that which they can see,
It shall not be revealed until the right moment rears…
Thus why one may seem lost in an illusion,
Illusion surrounded thickly by fog,
We can’t actually clear it while we’re ultimately inept,
Even then ‘tis merely a moment of enlightenment,
To guide our way forth from the moment,
That we gain a rare opportunity to realise that which is…
Our core concept.
The Poetic Life 2.0 