Traveling Mountains To Seek Valleys

It is not the end result we seem to favor,

while at the crest, noting the cool waters

floating downward toward a mecca

of personality, a vision of delight,

a land where each of our misgivings

might bathe themselves a cleanse.

 

It is these mountains I somehow travel,

a burden is a liking to hardship

where a journey

becomes the landing point,

that place where desire meets obligation.

We then wade in the refreshing waters,

gathered by the arches, the crevice

releases our lives toward a settling ground.

 

Oh to know the fascination that becomes

that epiphany, a cathartic finish, or an ongoing

realization of the constant cycle of humanity,

drawn by exercise,

forbidden the peril of temptation,

and yet we would continue the walk,

for it is in the actual stride of a want,

we do somehow then discover safe need.

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So Tired Is Wakeful Wish

When we want what we cannot discover,

that part of our lives we tend to shatter

when simple acceptance might be rather

more easily attained than that challenge.

Have you watched the human being

quiet in their own repose alone soft

hearted and soulful with each glance.

Have you realized that the tiresome eyes

they provide our own visual record

might simply become the same fatigue

we all try to ignore, try to pretend away.

yet, when last we spoke of finding more

hours in the day, we were earnest with our

quest to plan our way more logically,

and yet again, well, glance at midnight.

The moonlight wanes this evening after

a weekend of brilliance to accentuate our

lives in a festive, explosive celebration.

Well that time is then, and today begins now.

Humanity Rages Wild

We do

each one when

we step apart from our shell

become vulnerable,

instinct drives survival.

In nature,

there is a task inherent

in the lives of every animal,

to begin their journey toward the next sunset.

Are we not the similar species?

Is not the world order dependent upon

personal sacrifice that lends a hand

while the prize exists directly in front of us.

Perhaps knowing allows some semblance of

acceptance,

a virtue we all struggle to acknowledge

until faced with the reality of being helpless.

Much like the bear symbolic of a blueberry patch,

so does the antelope fear the grasp

of wild prey.

We do humbly walk our path of

humanity driven quests of validation,

each avenue of success tests

the next delivery of mankind

in all its mystery, when less defined a simple reality.

So ravage on human in all of your wildness,

know that the quest to better our lives,

runs parallel with the mystique

of a forest dense with constant growth.