At Games End
At Games End
By Tony DeLorger © 2013
When all that remains is truth,
what then shall we cling to, with all delusions gone,
when confronted with irrefutable proof,
that we all construct perspectives to placate our driven egos.
When all pretence is revealed,
the shallow crust of illusion removed,
who are we to keep the lie, to maintain innocence,
when light reaches all corners of a reticent soul.
When the game ends there is no explanation,
no rhetoric that can sway a truth exposed,
and shame, like a river bursting its banks,
floods the consciousness and we are beaten.
When the game ends there is but one response,
to admit our ignorance and abide by reality,
in the acceptance of our refusal to see beyond ourselves,
and bare what truly lives within us, no matter what.
The question remains, can we rise above ourselves,
to relinquish the shell and admit vulnerability,
admit that fault is an integral part of learning,
and the heart is the measure of a soul.
In the stillness of introspection,
we may address our inner self and all its foibles,
recognising the accumulation of life's path,
in all we think and how we see reality and delusion.
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