What a fantastic way this day has turned
When a secret law kindly confirmed
The truth that binds our limits
The cosmos and all possessions within it
The fleeting encounters and meeting of people
All told within a tale.
It begins with a yarn
To slumber and yawn
Then wide awake the world behold
And that’s the way the story goes
Or so its told.
The waking world is real and not the other.
Oh really? I wonder my mother,
That when you told me the tale,
Then why did my mind wander asunder?
Following the trail
I see worlds and places form
All born within my conception
Moulded and formed by my perception
Whether good or bad, happy or sad
All the worlds a stage we played
And yet I am more than just an actor
I stand promoted as director
Setting the scene and playing the part
Beheld as truth we perfect our art
Applauding audiences cheering at each showing
Within my heart a different type of knowing
That somehow this truth has a different story
Not fame or celebrity
An altogether different type of glory
Standing silently observing the pictures
The curtain draws and darkness forms
Suddenly a gentle light arises and dawns
Waxing and waning it flickers
Is this my face of which I was born?

Copyright – Jinjo the Writer – 06.11.16