Aspirations
Don E. Peavy, Sr.
I do not hope to pass this
Way again
Nor tread the leaves
Of another fall day.
I strive toward a height
Not yet attained
Where the things not written
Are made known.
I struggle to stand atop the
Mount where the three holy men
Transfigured amidst
The cleansing light.
I aspire to break free of the
Cycle and ascend
The throne of Karma
Where all things
End at the beginning.