Death Of An Illusion.

 

No not yet

Now is not the time

The hour has not yet come

And the bell has not rung yet.

There is still unfinished business

Rituals to attend to

Ans salutaions to be made.

 

No not yet

Now is not the time

It may take some more pondering

Some dithering

And if you ask me when?

I do not know

But now is not the time.

 

We will see you yet again

Walk the streets that were’nt there

And the shores of memory

and yesteryear.

There comes a time when you will know

When to say goodbye.

 

And then you can teach us

That nothing lasts forever

That we only fill the void

With empty words.

 

There is a proper time when things are done

And a time when to open doors

Every door is a door to emptiness

And the death of the false self.

 

You keep on marking time

Untill you realize that all was an illusion

Like the colours of the rainbow

And the colours in the sky

With which you have dressed yourself all the time.

 

It will be no longer painful

Because you will no longer

Cling to an illusion.

 

Alfred Grech

22/09/2020