Start at the End

I start at the end of my beginning
Surprised to see it come for me so soon
But past losing now I could start winning
Even as I wax to a waning moon
Awakening on the road not taken
Because the road from which none may return

Since I have always been a late bloomer
Here at the end of beginning I see
How a seed of truth gave root to rumor
Then grew up to be this reality
Which is not real but is absurd humor

I try to enjoy my absurdity
And having begun to end know I won
A present which my past would not allow
Such good as I have done is not undone
But spreads throughout the universe to you

What has been done and has been one with me
Survives only up to the point of true
Whichever end of beginning might be
End is beginning whatever I do
Presenting me the sharpened edge of now

And the lotus unfolds aright somehow
Preventing me from ruining it all
By taking it all too seriously
As a shrouded speck on a clouded ball
Which despite its depression keeps spinning

Despite this digression I am winning
Whatever it is I win at this game
If not a good number then a good name
Some of us take a good shaking to learn
As I was shaken so I awaken
To start at the end of my beginning

+Steven Curtis Lance



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