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Whatever Is
I open my eyes and see the events of my life unfolding,
Sometimes I just don't wish to look.
Life is not some script from my desires that I can manipulate.
Without my permission life simply happens.
I can put a spin on the events with my actions,
But with millions of others doing the same,
The stage of life becomes a comedy, a tragedy, but mostly just a reality.
Whatever is.
Quiet acceptance of the reality of life is the requirement
In order to live within the moment.
But the moment is the enemy of my mind,
Destroyer of that perfect storyboard within my head.
Outside the domain of my direction,
As I become only a puppet within the greatest story ever told.
No longer living in center of the universe, I'm just a pawn.
Whatever is.
Reality sometimes flies in direct opposition to what I desire.
I want to close my eyes and wish it away,
But magic lamps are not easily found these days.
Stop, look around; this is reality, without my slant;
Without my control, without my authority, it simply is.
Why must I fight it, my resistance is strong.
Release me into this moment, and allow reality to flourish.
Whatever is.
I cannot stop reality by my resistance.
I can only create a fantasy to hide in;
But this is flimsy, without substance or validity.
Eventually wrecking my life, tangled in the lies I tell myself.
I open my eyes to the moment, this is what is real.
This is the stage of life, not somewhere in my head.
Allow peace to embrace the moment from within myself.
Whatever is.
5Apr08
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