On Sparkling Lights
There is a Ledge a man must walk
Slippery, Sharp-edged and mean
To move… one must do with they have
Though much what they have, cannot be seen.
For who truly knows all the gifts the Maker gave
Who knows the wit and wile
Can one see inner wisdoms play, plying the trade
For life and living in style?
For style is a word producing many fancy effects
Understanding driving that car.
Depends on placement, where ones at
And how married, inner and outer, are.
Is outer following Soul, or just Imprints
Never challenged, improved or changed
For the Edges of Imprint World can only speak of the past
Memories not meant to play… whole games.
It’s the Soul, the inner Self, that knows the right Edge-way to play
How to fall right, when hitting extremes.
And it’s the Self that has to wisely rise back up
Forgiving, while returning to dream.
This is the simple, the gospel, the all of truth
We play out what we dreamt to learn
And then apply ourselves… to dreamt Dream’s Edge to walk
Picking at right lesson, within places we planned to discern.
Ask the hard question… within discern, to learn, is this what it’s about
Not job duty, material wealth, or fame?
As quietly, no matter, the Edge continues along
With only rest stops, called dying, the same.
Then get walking, running, jumping along again
Through lifetimes, or once, who knows?
Just make sure to walk right-purpose’s Edge
Not dressing in Emperor’s clothes.
For who likes laughing at clowns that look like us
In mirrors for humors and wit.
For sooner or later, the red nose must come off
For one to see beneath… the zit.
The zit to pop, let the poisons out
Take care, eat right, and move on.
To see remaining wonders around as select we did
To help write our most awesome song.
Your song, my song, to sing, to show the Worlds
I lived, we loved, all carried each other this far.
And the Universes smile, hearing a golden, vibrating voice
The true You, a Shining Light, a Star.
Oh do the Heavens, they sparkle so bright
Seen, unseen, Stars in brilliance fill the skies
With Sparkling Lights that keep back the darkest dark
A dark that never dies.
Copyright © brian rusch | Year Posted 2020
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