The Game Of Subtleties Poem by Robert Rittel

When taken past experience to future consequence,
one has very little or even nothing as reference.
Experiences from the past and its present handicap,
the same same and its changed attribute gab.
That where the times as one speaks,
giving gratitude to some obituaries squeaks.
What ever one thinks and hoping will be,
life reason regards no conventionality.
The truth is not acquired but discovered,
heart to heart and soul to soul smothered.
Thoughts and feelings in opposite direction,
devotion without wisdom is a salty water detection.
Greed brings success to the wicked,
virtue wins victory to righteous spirit gracefully fitted.
Faults and merits both serve as stepping stones,
to consume in self denial and moving towards divine thrones.
The pessimist follows the optimistic initiative,
while faith reaches beyond all human acquisitive.
Plurality is the beginning of life's formation
it is in consciousness of unity all life's culmination.
Ethics and morality are the scent of the individuality,
as the shade to the light and zero to the figure constantly.
As beauty finishes in simplicity,
with no power but as possessor of it definitely.
Only by rising above all facts we touch reality,
inward realization is the necessity.