Oh what
is this answer we all try
to snare,
that rides on our thoughts;
Dissipating
in air?
The
winds of these words, like
echo's
in dreams.From kingdoms
and lands, very few have esteemed.
To
ascend the Glass mountain,
where wisdom
is gleaned. Many
warriors
have tried, and thinkers
have failed.
Their bodies, now dust;
Causes un-prevailed. Never finding
the
answer to this simple tale.
To see
through blind eyes, and hear
with
your fears. This parable
eludes
some through all of their years.
Look
with your heart, and not rivers
of tears.
There is only one answer
to all
of your fears.Find it today.
Life's measured in years.
J.J. Oakley
