No More Being Born Yet
When my short off-ramp leads me out of here yet again
I do not wish to return.
Of course I can be persuaded, but those spiritual reflection
of All That Is
will have to make me a very good deal,
they cannot force me to choose either.
only I have that power, the power of NO.
When my rickety track becomes a terminus
I do not want to return to this beautiful hellish planet.
This place I have made then remade in my own image.
It was no fault of mine
that it all got screwy and scary,
love and light took a while to find me
I was mostly playing hide and seek
with my own supposed darkness,
but I was always pure, always perfect.
I see that clearly now I see this mind-made place
differently, but
I won't come back, I just won't.
I've done many tours of duty
and have been the most slowest of learners
yet now I am done with any transfiguration
that only drops me back into my own or your illusion.
No, i'm not coming back -
and that's that.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2023
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