The same
Pressures that
Surround us
Are the
Same pressures
That caused
Us to
Be rare
The same
Pressures that
Surround us
Are the
Same pressures
That caused
Us to
Be rare
We often
Think that
Life is
Meant to
Make us
Better that
Somehow if
We pay
The dues
We’ll be
Happy what
If we’re
Already happy
And instead
Learn sorrow
For it’s
There and
Only there
Filled with
Sorrow that
We understand
What it
Means to
Be truly
Human beings
Quest upon
Accepting one
You’re told
The outcome
It becomes
An adventure
Only upon
Beginning and
Becomes a
Success not
When you
Achieve the
Prize but
Rather when
You assimilate
All the
Pieces gathered
Along the
Way so
Is love
And life
My dear
Dear friends
A tree
We see
Is not
The tree
That is
A tree
We see
Is upside
Down while
What we
See may
Be beautiful
It’s roots
Are it’s
Strength as
Are we
And then
The logs
Jammed down
River and
The more
I jumped
And pushed
And pulled
The tighter
They became
Then I
Knew that
I had
Nothing to
Do with
The quagmire
And surrendered
Allowing the
River to
Untangle itself