The Rememberings

I made a couple platitudes,
Reflections of an attitude.

These were stones, splayed in rhyme,
Where I walked to pass some time.

I found some things along the way.
I set a focus some that day.

What does my gaze now define?
The many planes of a mind?

I refer to them as planes.
But they’re just stacks of tales and games.

As a man, I think in story.
Everything’s an allegory.

As a human, I play games.
In this way we’re all the same.

Is this the best that I can do?
Is this where highest goods accrue?

Communing with my holy ghost.
I’ve not yet seen the best and most.

The steppingstones that brought me here,
To the uncertain, to the clear,

The stones that splay to what’s in store,
It’s there I heard of something more:

“I wish for you purpose and love.
The kind that’s found in push and shove.

Not to-ward your fellow man,
But toward yourself, understand?

Push your former foolish self.
Put those formers on a shelf.

Shed a few or many skins.
Allow yourself to begin.”

Feet to stone and stone to dust.
Calling on the goods, I must.

The gaze is easy, burden’s light.
This path I’ll make my own tonight.