Illusion's Truth

Illusion’s Truth

©2016 Rolland G. Smith

I feel the wind and see the clouds

And I’m delighted in the scene.

For there I saw all human crowds

Betwixt, bewildered, in-between.

When all is up and nothing’s down

There comes a time to let it go,

For past the line are times of clown

As ego’s magic bides its glow.

But in the clouds and swirling wind

There is a key to comprehend.

That life is choice we can’t rescind

To learn and grow and then transcend.

If dogma’s greed does stop your quest

And hold you from your inner truth

And keeps you silent in the breast

Perhaps you need an auger’s sooth.