Guinea
Upturn a rock upon a path,
And unexpectedly,
There lies a piece of gold,
To help you to be free.
But take to turning all the earth,
And breaking so the form,
Results in labours lost, and toil
Wasted, spoilt and torn.
The quest is in the daily living,
Being humble on a path,
Guided by the intuition,
And free to be, and laugh.
The brightest jewel is there,
It rests within the core,
Seek it quickly, but take heed,
And hanker not for more.
The author is not affiliated with any political or religious organisation. Where the work makes reference to God, Lord, Christ or Saviour, for example, substitution for the reader’s preferred spiritual nomenclature is welcomed and encouraged.