Tuesday, May 6, 2014

The ant and the preacher

A cavern on stilts
Storehouse of wealth
With pearls of knowledge
Written with golden letters

Six legs
Duty bound to the end
Trudging steep paths
Hauling sweet crystals

A comfortable rise
Of abundance and rest
Softens the flesh, resting on
An inflexible scaffold

Head to the ground
With determination and focus
A monotonous daily crawl, negotiating
Grains of sand big as boulders

Wisdom’s slow ooze carries danger
Of watering seeds of narcissistic admiration
The grotto fills with thoughts idolizing
Invincibility in the mirror of self worth