Toast To An Unknown Progeny
Up and down the line
ahead or far behind,
reality is faithful to a vision,
that is a pathway of its very own.
Any truth engendered is unique;
parallel be damned.
Yet reciprocal of leadership.
it then confirms and celebrates
what was, what is, what is to come.
Always, birth and death
move forth and back in concert,
tumbling, resurrecting, tracing
paradise, then joyfully
advancing once again--and to what end?
Yours to ascend and yours to overcome.
Immortality is yours; the line is straight,
that eternal reciprocity assures your
right to speak, to carry on--the you,
the I, the pulsing, throbbing,
exultant mastery of presence
soaring into life. You are the stimulus,
the dream, the reason for it all.
And so, glasses raised, a toast
...to you!
~
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