The Inevitable Eruption

The tectonic plates of governance remain stressed,

Patience wanes

Fissures open wider

While we,
like a mountain in the clouds,
must commit to see or not to see.

Thus, evolves the Bard's question
"...Whether 'tis nobler in the mind
to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune
or to take arms against a sea of troubles
and by opposing, end them?"

But "them" is arguably both a collective and individual challenge.

As with Nature's balance,
societal stability can ill afford ignoring obstacles,
let alone "...unseen troubles..."

Doesn’t awareness come first?

Without managing and regulating life’s

mountain paths and routes,
the nature of strength becomes
but a landslide of scree-momentum
rushing toward the hollow bottom
where the dark magma of ignorance
keeps unproductive the valley of harvest.

Can we afford to forget truth?

Even a flower's blind wisdom
feels the actuality of sun's integrity
opens to its energy,
this light for growth,
knowing to deny genuineness
is to wither and succumb.

Is it possible

some seek not enlightenment
but capricious beliefs?

Listening
while banging drums?

Looking
while hanging mirrors?

All the while

molten cores of pressure
await the moment
when shifting plates of change
lose the battle to contain.

Might such an inevitable eruption

provide but humanity’s flotsam as reward?