Individual Gold

by

RD Larson

As if from beyond, is heard a voice,

Calling,

Faint, yet clear, one can hear,

The stream of future thoughts

Not yet born nor yet formed,

For each success, and each gain,

By its nature must preclude,

A struggle,

from choice to finish,

Of a mindful grasp of its valued result.

A search for fulfillment,

Is but true

Exploration of the ages,

For every conquest,

The valiant seek,

Not others to set the goal,

But the conqueror,

His inner clock and self alone

Can know the battles

Won

And feel the peace of work well-done.