Heart and Mind in Peril

The tectonic plates of governance remain restless,
 yet 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 cauldron of ignorance
keeps impoverished 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 gift,
is to wither and succumb.

Is it possible some seek not enlightenment
but capricious ignorant belief-fulfillment?

Listening
while banging drums,
but not hearing.

Looking
while hanging self-mirrors,
without seeing.

All the while,
molten cores of pressure prepare the moment
when shifting emotional plates of change
lose the battle to contain Time’s final tempest of billowy mass,
the final clouding of corneas and breath,
rendering heart and mind so anemic, yet precious
to the all-knowing omniscient universe of innate compassion,
that survival will always be possible for conscious beings of imagination.