On being authentic,
with free space around
yet connected to the world.
On being meaningful part,
without letting the larger whole
to swallow my life.
In aiming for glamorous summits
many have died, others lost limbs
but many more have succumbed
to their outrageous ego and greed!
How relieved I then feel
that early on I set myself the goal
to be in this world for the long haul
seeking not fame or fortune
but inner peace full of purpose
for a love that lasts and transcends
the greatest achievement
someone alive can ever make
that elusive conquest of the self
the golden harvest of the spirit.
There is something tangible
in the impermanence of clouds.
In passing their fleeting lives,
in every gracious move,
in every swirl under the Sun,
I imagine the wisdom,
the serenity and joy,
of a deep understanding,
of that long perspective,
from some vantage point,
extending beyond the noise,