In this poem, the last lines may be the truest.
Today
Today, I drown the dreams I drew in dust
Upon the darkened mirror of my soul,
The things I thought I owned because I made them,
My two hands shaping them to shining life, I was sure,
My mind desperately driven to make for them coats of meaning,
That my heart might take them for untrammelled truth.
Today, I leave the broken love I bear,
Which always seeks its own but never sings,
Which gazes at gifts, divining in them what is due
To its deadly devotion to desire,
False brightness fed on brittle bonds of fealty
To fleeting things which nourish nothingness by their going.
Today, I let my life begin anew,
Surrendering to sorrow and to joy,
Following the deifying dance of faith and doubt,
Living toward dying on the doorstep of deathlessness,
My heart’s longing leading me to limitless life,
My whole being bound at last to what is true.
And tomorrow,
I will do it all
Again.
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