2-10-26

Coming to terms now with my death, to terms now now with my life.

To terms with the peaceful times, to terms with the times of strife.

Remembering all the love I’ve found, remembering the love I’ve lost.

The choices I made selfishly, allowing others to pay the cost.

To terms with being someone who prefers being broken, to pretending I am doing just fine.

Rather than choosing the straight and narrow, I prefer to blur the line.

Someone who is always seeking the truth, but hoping it will never be found.

Who believes the Great Mystery is as close as I can get to solid ground.

To terms with the sorrow I have known that I must laugh instead of cry,

To terms with the joy in my heart that always brings a tear to my eye.

To terms now with my darkness, as with my inner light –

Knowing both as best I can will keep me from believing I am right.