By Tony DeLorger © 2013
Transcendent the words of truth over delusion,
yet delusion is so often chosen,
clung to like a life-raft on an unforgiving sea,
and we, convinced of its power to maintain,
to preserve a life accepted and justified,
as wanted, a compromise in a world of all possibility.
Such lengths are gone to in order to preserve an illusion,
in the belief that truth is destructive, causing instability,
when illusion causes tangents of nothing but instability,
journeys amassing in ramifications demanding recompense,
the course of a life fractured in directions varied,
one mistake after another taking one farther from the truth.
All this from the fear of truth,
the vulnerability of being exposed for what we are,
how we think and on what terms we accept life,
thus being accountable for how we respond to life's challenges,
and therefore open to the critical minds of others,
not driven by the delusion of appearing how we want to appear.
Honesty is an almost lost commodity,
not from any moralistic viewpoint,
but honesty within ourselves, being true to oneself,
forming paradigms and belief structures,
within which we enact our will in life,
where truth is open and understood, not manipulated or deluded.
What anyone thinks of us is not ours to determine,
and in that, creating any kind of illusion of the truth
is obviously counter-productive and in no way advantageous,
the lie bound to be revealed eventually and loss inevitable,
truth always having the last say,
and we at it's beckoned call, in the end.
Life is always about choice, but all choices have consequence, and that we have to live with.
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