Eruption’s Quaking Mode

The tectonic plates of governance remain restless,

patient,

tolerant,

hoping,

while we,
like a mountain in the clouds,
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 (unseen) troubles
and by opposing, end them?"

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

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

But first comes awareness.

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 caldron of ignorance
keeps rancid the valley we feed upon.

Truth…

Even a flower's blind wisdom
feels the sun's integrity,
opens to its energy,
this light for growth,

knowing to deny the obvious,
is to wither and succumb.

Is it possible some seek not enlightenment
but capricious beliefs?

Listening
while banging drums?

Looking
while hanging self-mirrors?

All the while,

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

Time’s final tempest of billowy mass,

the final clouding of corneas and breath.