Everything Goes On
Transience
is worn, not glimpsed, speeding by.
Put on the flowers, little one, wherever you are in the world:
you, reader, are sacred.
No one deserves to die
without at least being able to appreciate
why they are psychoemotionally naked.
Without understanding why the self
is secretly hated
by the self. Is it fated
that all of us will one day comprehend
all the broken, and painful lines in the sand?
I cannot say for sure,
but I do know this;
if you want my energy, my charisma,
my strength; my power
radiates from the simple fact
that I always have been 100% true, and honest, and authentic
with what matters.
Some things bother no one, including both yourself and others in the equation;
let them go gently into the sun.
And some things
need to be accounted for.
Some things need to be
much greater than the sum.
Don't ever be afraid of who you truly are.
I cannot offer forgiveness,
but I can offer the world's best listening ear,
and a very, very Rowsing start.
It's up to you now:
will everything go on,
or will everything, at last, be recognised as part
of this beautiful, radiant universe?
You, all of you:
beautiful body,
majestic mind,
singing soul,
and still hopeful heart.