Curiosity carries us.
Like the the river flowing forth
from aquarian vessels,
we reign.
Like monarchs
in our ruling nature,
we require richness.
We demand gold
and light – in mental,
emotional and material
inquisitions.
Constantly querying
we refine our core beliefs.
We quarry and mine,
leaving no stone unturned.
No body untouched.
No curry untasted.
No currency wasted.
This life is for the taking.
Hidden gems
buried deep in the soul
provide mineral wealth.
To benefit our health,
we dig deep
and root about
widely.
No quandary can stump us.
Our crowns expand
in the light of our sons.
We grow thick and tall,
collecting rings
upon rings
upon rings…
Yet, honor this fact.
Weather we like it
or not,
eventually
we wither.
We quiver and shake,
shiver, and turn cold.
Until at long last
we fall.
Find solace in knowing
that the soil lives on
As worms massage
our aching shells.
We continue to see
through our seeds;
as our bodies lay down
for rest.
This pattern is no curse.
Know that…
This is what cures us.
Written by a Soul Friend, G. Michael Bowen
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