Irrelevance
Your life didn’t start at twenty;
it didn’t even begin with birth;
it isn’t about possessions or money;
and your home isn’t this earth.
As you grow old, perception changes;
you’ve become the white elephant;
nothing’s the same; all rearranges;
and it seems your life is irrelevant.
Whatever value, you thought you had;
has dissolved into nothingness;
the apple of someone’s eye, turned bad;
still longs for that sweet caress.
As ever, love is still coin of the realm;
but you feel divorced from reality;
even though God is still at the helm;
death looms; a shadow of finality.
As physical life descends to a shadow;
the illusion fades into death;
a soul finds itself, walking in a meadow;
and love has become its new breath.
Thought is the foundation of all eternity;
creating all that we hear, feel, and see;
death is merely the garden of maternity;
planted, to become, what we’re to be.
You’ve not become earth’s white elephant;
you’re the caterpillar; longing to fly;
to the Master, you’ll never be irrelevant;
for the soul is his butterfly.
Monty 2/25/22. # 992