. Poetry from The Great In-Between: If Desiderata was a person

Monday, May 10, 2021

If Desiderata was a person


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If Desiderata could Speak

(A lone voice whispers)



Like my name Desiderata means


Things wanted or needed



Are you ready to go willingly into the spinning grey void



That eternal karmic Kaleidoscope that announces the dissolution that comes at the very end



With a taste of everlasting joy



Resounding in all your inner vestibules with such profound pace 



In this or any other given moment 



If you are suddenly pulled from this life you desperately and materialistically chase 



And are then forever retired from its rat race



You do still have time you know 



Time to embrace that feeling of finding a sense of tranquillity or peace 



Before you go to a place where nobody knows 



So try to end all physical or emotional wars 



So that they can wither and be left in thousands of invisible pieces



So others, and more importantly you, may live 



As unwanted negative emotions surrender as they are depleted and defeated 



So send out your words bravely and confidently 



As your illustrious envoys



Carrying within them like loyal and faithful bannermen 



All your positive inner truths and not fake lies echoing within the hidden rhythms of your voice



Always with courage choose to embrace or ignore others as is your sovereign right 



For you have always been betrothed a rightful place 



At your choice of Gods glorious tables in The Great Silver City



A sacred place to sing and tell old much-loved stories of family and friends



Into the endless night



But until then



Always remember you are a child of an untameable universe


 

An embodiment of all its spectacular unique might 



So elect to resist mirroring yourself to others 



For that in itself can herald and give birth to a multitude of distress 



Linked to bitterness and jealousy



Two of the original sins known in some circles 



As the encroaching

Darkness favourite fathers and mothers



Celebrate instead your own life as an everlasting testimony of being alive



A rare enjoyment denied to so many scattered through poverty and war



Pleading for help  worldwide 



Even though they courageously diligently and quietly strive everyday life to survive



Take precautions when looking for true love and take care in all your worldly affairs 



For even in this self-evolving world



A fluid fast-moving place where even your soul may thirst



There are still many people tarnished with devious strains of mischievous deceptions



Just reborn again from the old cities of Sodom and Gomorrah 



One of the original Babylonian versions of the first



But take friendship and kindness graciously in 



Whatever form it beckons with a gentle hand



For brave souls just hidden inside many good people 



Still remain



Kindred souls who'll freely


Without any invisible agendas or programs



Try to guide you through this life's sometimes depressing falling rain with nothing to gain



Above all 

Be you for no one else can



See those old falls and drumbeats of failure 



Those sad scars you still and forever will wear deep down inside from many old wars



They are your spiritual purple tokens and golden medals



Trophies on gilded shelves where no one feels or sees but you 



All metaphorical symbols from past difficult times 



From significant moments once conquered or still mountains to climb 



To help you get through 



For you are you



Your own version of your empires and kingdoms



Your own king or appointed queen



And like all rulers of vast dominions 



You should always explore advice 



So seek out those without sharp knives for they can guide you to newer plateaus



So your life can once again begin 



As new relationships or much-needed things unfold 



And those old tattered 

figurative brown suitcases you carry upon heavy shoulders



Filled with old sins or fears are thrown away to be vanquished and relinquished



In quiet moments of introspective solitude 



Let not overthinking destroy your mood



For by doing so 



Fear and loneliness can suddenly appear



Causing happiness and joy to be forced to stand down 



To eventually over time 



Slowly deteriorate and sink



And then like a talented magician performing on the world stage 



Chose to disappear before you can blink



And finally


At the end of all ends my friend



Strive to look back on your life with a wry smile that you never willfully left any true friends or family behind



That you never lied and tried to destroy their reputation or name



That you gave more than you could ever ask for 


Whenever you appeared out of the blue at their front door



That you were true and genuine and not just driven or motivated by addictions connected to sin



So you can be at peace with the deep thought that the good memories and favourable stories linked to you will never cease



And that you always held out the golden lit torch of friendship 


To all the kindred you could find whilst walking life's many diverse and multicultural streets



So be in unity with your life and always remember



This life is like a Shakespearean Midsummer Night's Dream



Many new adventures still remain unseen where you'll forever run free



When your time is called to go through that other silver door that connects this life



To The Great In-Between 



But until then



Love your life and live



Use these words to find the courage and strength to be you 



For all the watchers



The many incredible friends or devious narcissistic foes to see 



For you have so much more to still give



For in the end 

It's all you can be



It's why you're still alive



Don't live a fake life like one of the condemned on social media 



Who just love to pretend



Copyright John Duffy 


A piece inspired by Desiderata by the American writer, Max Ehrmann from the early 1920s. 

 Salute.

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