They follow the green and
all that it will do.
Into the shops full of trinkets
into the arenas to be entertained
All looking for the allusive Elixir
promised in the commercials
that will turn all into gold.
I has been sought for generations
high and low and now it surely it’s bottled
on a shelf somewhere, some how, just waiting to be purchased.
After all everything is for sale
since the green has become the goal
and many indoctrinate our young with its promises
Want a good time.. purchase an exotic trip
want a friend … you can hire an escort for the night
want an out of this world experience, buy some powered rock
and put it up your nose
Want a community… buy a ticket to an event
and you can belong for a few hours
Yet the purchase never lasts
there is alway more next week, next month.
People are hooked like addicts hoping to find the elusive stone
that will cure all ills all loneliness all worries
its out there somewhere,
in a store, in the arena, in a purchase
in the idealism of the culture.
But the stone goes unfound, elusive as a snake in the cold.
Yet there are those who told us where to find it
They found it years ago
they pointed to its place in stories, riddles, and poetry
find it in places
where we could wet our appetites
in Cathedrals, and temples and mosques
in the expanse of nature and the bottom of the sea.
But its search has been corrupted by
simplicity, easy words and lack of experience.
The elders told us that it wasn’t far
yet the journey was long
they spoke of the price
that needs to be paid in full,
just not with the green backs
They told us it would take more than
a week, a month, years
to find it but the time would be
worth more than gold in the end.
And many said can’t I just
give you some green
Can’t I get the crash course and be done
Can you give me a pill with all the information?
The stone remained silent
saddened
alone
unknown
People will chase the easy way
fall into despair
become destructive
hurt those they love
trust more in green
Without the stones,
ethic
perspective
wisdom,
There is no meaning
no extasy
no depth
the mysteries will remain unknown
untouched
unexplored
And the people with the green in the end
will find the value of the green worthless
and the next realm frightening,
uninterested in the number of green an
individual accumulated
green will not protect them from the stones
crushing presence
For the stone is within,
deep inside
the way to it is narrow
and difficult to find
it is the truth we excuse as
false and
uninteresting
Yet it still awaits those who desire more
than the superficial
to know their creator
who continually offer more than green
willing to offer all to find the soul.