The Pond


Imaginary vapors

Imaginary rust

Illusionary actions

All no more than dust


Just a party of partitions

On an imaginary plane

As plain as the nose on your face

As real as your imagined pain


The Greatest Show on Earth

Gone with the blink of your eyes

With the removal of the veil

With the removal of the ties


How did the masquerade begin

How did our costumes convince so

When did we step out in front

When did our sense of direction go


We are dropped into this pond

Not to sink, but swim

And until the day we do,

We’re brought to the surface and dropped again


Until the day Truth propels

Our true nature to the other side

And this depth our life no longer holds

When the body becomes just the ride.