This rope paid out, and paid out
so unfeasibly far. My spirit's life 
to this point: how to explain
the meander this tributary takes
being one unbroken Zen flash? 

In this non-stop festival of breath
how would I compare the chosen course
with offers untasted? Surely 
the dish not tried keeps it's mystery
leaving comparison chimerical.
But only now do I sail on with my love
free of indecisive agitation.

We all must contend with being 
misunderstood. It's only now  
unfair portrayal and castigation
wash over me needing no response.
After treading water for this long, at last 
I am cognisant of my position in the sea.
Only now am I convinced music is close to magic
variations on a theme having carried me this far.
I begin to see, as with a distance still to go,
I don't have to sing the blues any more
than I need to wear a powdered wig.

Against the nightmares of the past,
and more to wake to, I find only one 
fact of deep significance: the love of my life
sups with me now and that is all my fortune.
Does an unruly sun have anything to add?
I've learnt to be unconditionally thankful
and so ends this sermon to self.