A person's true self
is just what they give. Mask on,
mask off, every bit of it
lives and breathes and has blood
and brain and behind. It is all
the real
you will ever find.
Because you see,
of the strange natures
of what beings really are,
which it seems, they be.
So they are! Just what
they can be, or try
- and proceed to do.
To enact that guy
or gal or pal or enemy,
love.
Now, realize: is to just bring up
what's real into mind: also,
the reverse! To bring up
what's in mind, and in aimed,
spent drive, to fashion
that purse of silk from the mind's
sow's ear. When you've realized,
Ta-da! Then it has appeared.
Or else, you daydreamed. Go,
realize now all the best that
seemed. For to make-believe
Is just as much who
you are as you want
to be. We are not quite
dreams, but we're made
in just such stuff
as we gleam and glean
and steer and stroke upstream
to the meadows and hills
and bluff for broke. And
wherever you go,
what you give,
there you are.
Yes,
it's you.
It has all been you. I guess
that there was your best
so far. Well,
be good
as like, but at best
be true.
A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years.
but aren't they all random?
Sunday, December 06, 2020
realization process
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