Lit Future




"We do not see things as they are, we see them as we are." - Anais Nin:

Deferred indifference to ourselves
In spite of the truth that looms
In all things.

We gaze through one way windows,
With painted scenery of the minds eye,
And we are the artists.

We are the wreckers;
Built from tutelage's anvil
Rough hewn in bias and disdain.

Then,

The hot iron quenched in life's experiences;
To show our true colors,
Our true strengths.

Seeing things as they are,
Is a much more palpable
Endeavor after the quenching.

After the rendering of a true mind's eye;
Rather than the molten disarray of self deceit.

We come to know the truth in all things.
The truth of what we were,

The truth of what we have done,
What we will do, and say.

We see ourselves finally;
with open eyes,

We finally see things as they are.

For as the way things are;
We are in tune with the way.

We are envisioned at long last.

Insightful to blinded past,
And lit future.




Poetry by W. Burkholder
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Written on 2007-03-02 at 19:27

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