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Monday, February 11, 2013

A Treasure in the Hand

There it is
That precious glittering treasure
that I so desire

it is there!
just out of reach
its rich colors glittering in the sunlight
taunting me

its brilliance mocking me
making me miserable
until my entire body
hums 
with the power of my want

I strive
stretching myself
planning and working
my hours
my days
my weeks
are consumed

my body is worn and bent
and still
I yearn

failing to see
that in my clenched fist
the one so curled and twisted
 by the immensity of my want
there  rests

a glittering precious treasure
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Suffering equals the gap between what we have, and what we want.
Christopher Germer

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