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