By Tony DeLorger © 2014
What more can a man do, more than give of himself,
the unencumbered reality of who he is,
unveiled of all pretence, the shackles of ego
and the propensities of conditioning, all cast aside in truth.
And in that state, what more can a soul entreat,
than the pure understanding of love, for loves sake alone,
no gain, no pleasure, no sin nor atonement,
simply the selfless giving of a heart capable of pure honesty.
In life, there are forces greater than we mere mortals,
shifts and illusions that carry away even the simplest hearts,
driven by a plethora of misconceptions and misunderstandings,
that can plague a life of learned scope.
Few of us can part our petty thoughts from the contentions of greed,
and even fewer, the seduction of the flesh and the narcotic of bliss,
but in the end love favours the few, those few of selfless choice,
those attuned to the ideal of perfection and possibility.
What more can a soul do but plea intention,
hold a heart in his hands and gracefully acknowledge it,
vow to honour it and in compliance give more than a life is worth,
to firmly hold that ideal and share in this vessel of eternal life.
How Few are chosen to follow this illustrious path of surrender,
beyond all human frailty, beyond narcissism and the ingratiation of self,
to step into a life of simplicity, with abundant zeal and conformity,
to love explicitly, endlessly and permanently, one single soul.
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