Each truth is like a scrim across
the darkness.
We cannot see what most we'd like to know.
We drive among sheer cliffs in pale moonlight
Unsure of where we are or where to go.
When we allow our heads to
make our choices,
We lose because of what we cannot see.
When we give way and let desire take us,
We lose because we want what cannot
be.
We inch along the dream-lit
rocky ridges
Knowing always, always we must lose.
The end for all is darkness everlasting,
And so it matters less which road we
choose.
What matters is the beauty
of sheer being;
The gifts we have and those we will become;
The ecstasy of loving so completely
That we ourselves are more than minds can
plumb.
Love well and know that
love must end in pain.
Be a fool and pay the unmarked price.
Be generous of self, and passion gain:
One who never loses, loses twice.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon. Free for personal or non-commercial use.
Video and Audio Music: Gymnopedie No.1. By Erik Satie. Music free to use at YouTube.