Go.
Go on treasure hunts and look
Wealth and power will be had.
Plumb the depths, turn the soul over and see.
Yet, be warned: there is danger
In the excavation of long-buried things…
Ghosts with wide eyes and quick breath
May shadow hesitant steps through the dim
Light available along the snaking passages.
Ceilings, prone to collapse, may cover
The path back to the surface
With the dirt and dust of ancient knowing.
But do go.
Go on treasure hunts.
Take the arduous journey
Into and through the remains
Carried within: dream songs
And signs lead to the source
The ‘x’ marks the spot, the ‘you are here dot
Of the treasure…
Early exhilaration will speed the dig along.
Focused moves marking nocturnal clues,
Noting interior hints and veins of truth.
Yet, often, muscles will retreat
From the weight of painful fragments,
Soul shards amidst the debris,
And so the spirit slackens.
Nonetheless, please go.
Go on treasure hunts.
Seek Her, the precious stone, weighty
And aglow. She craves the way above
And beyond this dark-hidden lode.
Mine her carefully. Cherish her light.
Temper the strain endured, the labor of her unveiling,
With the immeasurable bounty of her presence
In the life of a hunter of treasures.