I used to ride the New Age train
finding answers in the stars
unlocking the Mysteries of the Universe
a warrior for peace.
I was a see-er, an analyser
purporting to spew wisdom
a vehicle for a higher power
a spiritual guide.
It was like riding the bull
in a rodeo show –
fast and entertaining
but not sustaining.
And when I fell –
as surely we all do –
only the dust in my mouth
attested to my momentary ride.
The crowds have moved on
nothing to see here anymore
just post theatrical let down –
the show is over.
I was the mirror in the funhouse
distorting images of reality
believing I offered insight
unaware of the duplicity.
Magical thinking is
the merry-go-round of life
spinning fantasies
of wonder and revelation.
In the end, it is uncertainty,
not creed or indoctrination,
that rules destinies –
change is the only given.
One Woman's Quest 