Aons of time spent searching for that magical prize
Facets of the mirror wandering without purpose
Going with the flow along firbres of thought
Aimlessly, fearfully trekking as one of the sheep
The Beggar's disguise intact, the outside believing that face
Deceived by the enchantment of the tale, the legend
Forgetting the simple truth, the inner drive long forgotten.
And now as barefeet touch burning desert sand
And silver ships are seen in the night
And beams of light appear with voices
Foretelling how it is going to be
Know the latest facet becomes aware of the disguise
The Beggar is not all it seems, it hides so many truths
The diamond soon to reflect a different light
The light beamed down from the heavens, from within it all.
The source closer now than 'er before
The innocence regained, the snowball about to roll
The moss dissolved, the rut revealed,
The cart-wheel mended, The Traveller about to regain his feet
To venture across the unbroken sand, torch in hand
The Light in The Darkness again without rehearsal
Venturing now towards source, tasting the real thing
No practice could have prepared him for such a painful reality
The Traveller walking amid the limelight
Watching actors recite their lines, fearing his turn
For no script does he hold in his hands
No lines does he know except to play himself
The real thing scares him, but it is the only way
To fly above the stage untethered, to be dynamic, unique
To play the part in his own inimitable way
No stage director can aide him, he can only be himself.
His light the source he seeks
But he's looking in the wrong direction
His light pointed toward the wrong place
The gods uneasy, they cannot tell him
Their hands are tied, they must hope he realises
Simple clues passed cryptically through words
Words with meanings unhidden to be solved.
(Copyright Matthew James)