Just another game

Just another game

The closer to the light the greater the inner darkness seems,
inner conflict makes the good  struggle with themselves,
sensing the real enemy within, needing to be directed,
thought the impossibility of it all a lesson hard learned.

The wise man knows of weakness and fragility always present,
seeking only to show compassion and understanding to others,
no outward enemies needed only those like himself on the pilgrimage,
who slowly grow into what they ardently desire to become.

The further along the road the farther the goal seems to be,
only the beginner thinks some sort of progress has been made,
looking down on others because of their weakness, or evil,
not understanding that others are mirrors, reflections, even if truth in judgment.

The light sees all, so there is nothing to be feared in inner sight,
what was always there is simply made known when the times is right,
inner structures fall that were never really standing,
facades that had no inner being at all, only void taken as reality.

In the end all our striving is just another game,
for deeper than the effort and drama,
life is slowly dawning,
such is grace as it works in secret.