A Life Well Lived, Lived Well
Can you stack your chunks of memory, like me
In tiered stacks of stories... free to see?
Woven from far time to now, in soft open volumes bound
Waiting for thoughts lost, but Wow... now together found.
Oh, most take me back then, there, into seeing forward times
Where I understand now, what’s yours... what’s mine.
All that can be drank as fresh, versus aged fine wine
Living wild again, renewed here... in such better climes.
No more intense heat, the bitterest of cold
No more living in the fear of... getting old
Battles fought are for less, and better assigned
To other’s intent, far away... from mine.
For now, my choices are more wisely, peaceful made
The yin and yang of things, invested in... and well paid
And love’s all patched, and wrapped in queenly spades
Under new wrapping, yet unopened... so then, better played.
For one thing is sure, well yes, a perfect bet
The best of the best is to come, aye... haven’t seen it yet.
Bring any and all on, before me set
I’ll laugh and cry knowing, already... what I’ll get.
Another life lived, Time, let’s get it on
While the chorus’s not finished, with this... my own Swan Song
For I no longer fear what’s right, or wrong
It all fits into a script, ages old... then dictated long.
That script containing vast Universes, Multi-dimension’s, oh me, oh my
Opened, no more needing a place to run... much less to hide and cry
Free to explore much more, from any other side, and abide
Seeing whole, from parts thought before... so far apart and wide.
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So, if and when we meet again, say us each to other our fond hello’s
No matter how high, or low… we go
Know we now fields are well-chosen, for we both to better sow.
We’re living, that life forgotten, this life... already known.
And secrets shared here and there, now are to re-open
Unwrapping gifts, that here, were never before... then so lively spoken.
So we can laugh, and dance in peace, love well and sing
And see life as it is as balanced, a most splendid... beautiful thing.
For still, lessons lived, we’re here to completely learn
As many as needed, to finish... our turn
Into better trips and higher things, where there to See
Finding who, when, and how we are... what we truly Be.
Be... that’s it, the secret found...
In what all is realized, that’s square, lined, and round
No more to quibble... getting stern and eyebrow’s frowned
Instead smiling so hard, we laugh in falling down.
Into another further Time willed, to pass into again, so funny
Letting go the games we’ve played here, for toys... and money.
All leaving here and there, for others to pick up and squander
As we did ourselves before, remembering our youth here, and back there yonder.
To this Time we knew coming, yes... meant to here get
Under New Moons, and Stars, and even Suns... that will set
Wildly dancing through Times as these, we can now better
See Living out our songs knowing, all this is free, to together gather...
And just… Be.
Copyright © Brian Rusch | Year Posted 2024
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