Mirage Files

Today, it is arguable that the world’s delusional addiction will continue to vanquish reality’s purpose until we awaken.

Mirage Files
            by Odin Roark

How rapid their collection
From nasty medicines
Cloaked with mother’s smile
To spoonfuls upon mouthfuls
Handfuls to bucketsful
Filling irony’s three-drawer history
Upon one’s shoulders

How innocent they approach
These mirages of surety
Where rest and peace certainty
Evaporates like vanishing rabbits in a hat

Life’s landscape

A parent’s belief
A child’s trust
A teacher’s urging
A boss’s mind-game
A relationship’s oasis

Eventually

The undulating future flattens
Erosion’s desert wind catches up
The parched soul forgets thirst
Realizes that which weighs down its back
Has made but a packhorse of the seeker

Nodding exhaustion’s acquiescence
Delusions swirl upwards
Sands of the past
Readily make way for tomorrow’s footprints

For the fortunate

Insight makes light the burden
Revealing a road paved with perception
Rousing the traveler from a dream
Merely waiting to awaken