What an act of liberation
To laugh at my life's repetition
Of the same old explanation
Of why my
Pomposity
Was visible to all the world
Not me
As I become aware
Of the gift of
Humility
I finally and clearly see
The sad loss of spontaneity
occasioned by structured rigidity
Of self
Brought on by belief in
Superiority
We are such loving clown's of nature
Simple and joyous when unguarded
Why waste a life constructing costumes
we think, when worn will show our power
To all we sense are not our equal
When all this acting jails our loving
Of those who already know our folly
Such silly disregard of who we truly are
Sadly keeps us from our simple selves!
Time is not forgiving
Nor is it a constant
Hurtful history is fast to fade
When having finally found
The key to life well spent is
honest loving of myself
Celebrating the joke I am
And in peace believe in
Simplicity