Eruption’s Caldron

The tectonic plates of reason remain restless,

Patient,

Waiting,

While a populous,
like a mountain in the clouds,
commits 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 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 to feed upon.

Lest we forget 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

when reason is abandoned

primitive instincts take control,

some seeking not enlightenment
but capricious beliefs?

Listening
while banging drums?

Looking
while hanging mirrors in space?

All the while,

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

Arguably…

Such a risk to dodge death

is truly a primitive instinct in free fall,

with the abyss of ignorance

enlightenment’s last stronghold of hope.

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