A few years ago,
When not very old,
I decided I would go
To prospect for gold.
I walked down the street,
And looked from left to right.
I even looked beneath my feet,
With no gold mine in sight.
I walked out to the highway,
And decided to search the world.
Nothing ever came my way,
As tragedies unfurled.
I looked for gold everywhere.
It seemed I would never succeed.
Just as I did come to despair,
Hope did come to impede.
I looked all around,
Through mountains and streams,
In sight and in sound
And at night in my dreams.
Then out in the country,
With the grass and the tree,
I found it in a valley,
Deep inside of me.
Please tell me how I can talk to you.
You see words from a different view.
Whatever can we hope to explain?
Each mind is on a different plane.
Of our varying views, each is defensive,
Regarding all others as being offensive.
Lighting the fires of pride, we compete,
So we must taste the ashes of defeat.
Some must be victors, so some must lose.
An ego inflates, then deflates into blues.
If one day is up and the next is down,
Where in this life is true victory found?
For mutual victory, we must strive,
To keep the beauty of living alive.
Giving all others the pride and respect,
Each of us, in conceit, does expect.
What do we have to disagree upon,
If we agree we all must live on?
In clouds of thought, we dare disagree,
When surely within us, we care to agree.
For we are all but one of a kind,
Seeking to live and find peace of mind.
This cannot be done by quarreling way,
The timeless moments of this eternal day.
Here is a story, heard very long ago,
About a nearby planet, and how it did grow:
Drifting souls in slumber, on a cosmos morn,
Sped through the galaxy in a raging storm,
Putting the heavens in dire discontent,
To have born such cosmic mutants.
The storm raged on for countless days,
Leaving them stranded in a physical maze
Of soil and blood and tears and rain,
To gold and kings and man made pain.
Awakened unaware, on earth, they were born,
To be gagged and chained in the human form.
Although many men thought themselves gods to be,
Demons dwelt on many souls, no mortal eye can see.
So they built religions, to pass away their time,
Yet still thought of earth, to be their only clime.
Then they were lost to the devil’s grief,
And blind to the joy of heaven’s relief.