Clunky sound
My backpack torn
Grab a flashlight
Palm-sized amethyst
Lying on the ground
Trained since four years
After birth
To think:
What’s it mean?
Deep purple
Lavender
Crown chakra
Spirituality
Wisdom
But not for free
Must think about it
Work for a solution
Can’t shrug it off
Can’t let it be
Wisdom comes with a price
Its reward a spiritual happiness
A joyful noise unto the lord
Or goddess
Or mathematical patterns
Divinely spread through space and time
Or whatever power you choose to use
The older I become
The less I care
About the future
Don’t really want to know
I mean, what’s to know?
But isn’t there a reason why
We become smarter with age
Considered a sage
Yet observing elders
Most seem to be arrested
In their soul development
Still whispering about friends they hate
Still picking fights with family or mate
Exploding the myth of
Time healing all ignorance
And so I see
Flashes in the sky
Lightning from the north
Bringing the tang of mountains
Burning leaves
A spiritual pilgrimage
Beckons to me
Insisting I go
To where the air is thinner
Where the dense absence
Of angry masses
Enables silence to assist
Clearer thoughts able to persist
By virtue of upward movement
That will fortify, unify
Dreamy thoughts of a
Wisdom and safety
In the now…
© 2017 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)
IMAGE: Amethyst Wash Basin-Stone Smiths
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