The Rituals of Age
The minutes inflict needle spikes into our veins
Flowing through the blood of our time
With the ones who shift in and out of our sight
Gather around putting you in center light
For one day or one night
Pouring out all the warmth to let you know you are here
In moments and remembered in the passing disposable years
Further descending into the sea of oblivion
Small waxed candles surround the most dextrose confections
With the wax tears dripping down as they burn
Mourning another year of age in eternal loss
Bewildered that we must live in moments that force our growth
Moments that can bring excessive joy and involuntary pain
Another ignorance lost and another wisdom gained
But with the loss of ignorance is a loss of innocence
Further departing from bliss in the dancing of non-sense
A desperate will to hang onto a moment in time
A constant nostalgic struggle of gloom hanging over our thoughts
Restless to take a step into this moment within ourselves
The rituals remain throughout the stretches of time
Faces change, putting on new masks
The light of transparency shines through
We see in our hearts we will always be the same
Our bodies age and fade out into dirt and fire
Our childlike innocence echoed through smoke of our vulnerability
Surpassing the wrinkles in our veins
The brutal lashes that self inflict
The relics that weigh us down from antiquity
Dragging them from our shoulders into restoration
Rising from the journey into the gathering
Standing in the center as a monument
Glorified in all you have experienced
With smiles all around you
Chants echoed throughout the age of your mind....
~george ray
