Empty Illusions
Empty Illusions
…grow deep within us.
The days are long
but still gone too fast.
This year of pandemic
ages me forty.
I willingly shelter in place,
afraid to stumble into the unknown.
Even so, I’m visited by old things
I took much too seriously.
I now see gender, politics, money,
are nothing more than labels
for the invasive plants growing
in the gardens of my psyche.
Wise counselors have come
to remind you and me,
we must learn the rules
before we can break them.
I wonder who I may become
when I cast off this mold
I’ve allowed to cover and harden
around the true me.
Maybe I’m just the breeze,
or the seed of an idea
in the mind of the divine.
Official truths are often powerful illusions.
~ John Pilger
