E. Joyce Moore
It’s a fine line to walk.
between the most fragile of lifedreams and reality.
The surest path to take
where the lines blur into one sure passage is that along which pure truths are sought; no longer bending what is real
to fit a self-made course justifying the road chosen. We can have the right dreams on the wrong path.
or
the wrong dreams on the right path.
The end result is the same.
Seeking pure truth, no matter how painful giving all the power
to its realization — a singular, exquisite crystal of time frozen in a brilliant moment, a second of forever changing everything or changing nothing.
Ours to choose. Eyes wide shut discounting, dismissing, minimizing, justifying
the collateral damage
as nothing more than what it took to say: I won.
Eyes wide open accounting, assessing, examining
the fruits grown from the seeds planted. gaining courage should the journey require
a retracing of steps in order to find the right direction or just cutting down the tree and starting over.
Pure truth, no matter how painful gives all the power to
its realization — a singular, exquisite crystal of time frozen in a brilliant moment, a second of forever changing everything or changing nothing.
Choose.