Life is Limitless
By Tony DeLorger © 2012
Unlike the rapturous throws of pleasured life,
the tedium of the mundane,
can often sour how we perceive our existence,
and how we then attend to the physical mechanics of life.
Tangents such as finding love, success and acquisition,
tend to center us on the results rather than the journey,
misleading us into believing our own biased press,
when truth lies far from our petty summations.
Life, and indeed the appreciation of it,
rests as the mortar, between the bricks we so ardently lay,
in manifesting our chosen circumstances,
our focus governed by will and need.
Each second and moment of experience bares all to the visionary,
each inference, each gift of thought a paradise of cognitive content,
limited only by our chosen attention to it,
our judgement of its relative importance.
Yet importance is a result, not definitive in itself,
a shallow and biased retrospective view,
hardly of any worth, having glossed over the experience,
and rendering it meaningless at the point of occurrence.
Life is limitless as a conscious experience,
and therefore only hampered by our ignorant and biased judgements,
giving worth to the meaningless
and substance to our often mislead conclusions.
Life is a treasure, each moment,
it is prudent we try not to cast it aside out of arrogance.
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