life here . . life now . . .

life here . . life now . . .

the Petals of a Flower must be unfolded

that the honey may be extracted

we too must let go of what we hold on

that our greater essence may be exacted

is it fear of the unknown greater self

we have yet to bring to this realm

how does this ship traverse this Sea

if i take not charge of the Helm

they say the journey is the blessings

to some this may be their truth

but for me it is the destination

i have yearned for in my youth

where days of joy seemed endless

and my heart wanted naught but more

and now i spend my time in seeking

to open that holy door

yes the path does have it’s own reward

and i am induced to stop and rest

upon the laurels of past grand deeds

but i’ve yet to pass the test

my youthful dreams are still with me

and the hunger still yet endures

aside this illusory convexment

like a Sea that has no shores

i strive to come to understanding

perhaps that is our eternal lot

to cease to strive against the tides

and embrace just what we got

and make the best of what is

and turn our ways from chance

let thy flower unfold my child

and give thy sweetness to enhance

life here . . life now . . .

 

© 14 March 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.