What Is

What Is

standing in the mirror

of my consciousness

reflecting upon memories

attempting to come to conclusions

of who i am

a “C” minor chord

struck my ears

from the strings of the guitar

and a fleeting image passed

before my jaundiced psychic eye

and i remembered when i once

was a thief of dreams

telling the children

such daunting dastardly things

such as “NO . . .”Can’t” . . . “Don’t” . . . “Won’t”

dashing their wonder

first upon the Rocks

then into the mud

as mine had been done

so many times

in my past

by others

by

thoughts

by me

have i too become

that monster

in the dark

hiding under beds

waiting to prey upon

their dreaming

that i may thwart their abilities

to grow more “Discovery”

so they would look like me ?

i have done the same

with Lovers

as they have done to me

poking our fingers in each other’s eyes

so we could not see

each other’s truths

oh the pain

when the show is over

and the lights come on

and we realize

we so willingly played the part

yet we linger and hold on

loitering in life’s theatres

picking up stale popcorn

off the floors of our jaded reason

hoping to reignite

the Dear magic of illusion

but it can not be

can it ?

i catch a glimpse

of a truth

a glint of light of me

as the custodian ushers us to leave

my left eye catches this light

in it’s corner

for my “right”

is not aright . . . alright

it only sees me

as i command it to do so

it is i

who manifests

what it is i see

i am the “Let it Be”

and here i am

many aeons later

still sitting in this theater

telling my self

pretty little charming stories

about almost forgotten glories

about the “i am” that i am not

but i have not completely forgot

my One truth

i just hide

from what is

© 3 February 2013 : william s. peters, sr.