I want to be that Person who
Is affected not,
By gale nor storm, thrills nor curse;
Aggrieved not by mislaid treasures,
Or an empty bag, devoid of coins.
I want to be that Soul,
Who sees wealth as but a means,
To see Peru or
The Great Barrier Reef,
To travel distant lands unseen.
Oh I so want to claim that Being,
Every merchant’s dream:
Gullible, wide-eyed, foolish,
Reasons not, easy to sway,
Quick to purchase, and cherish,
Most wares on display.
Knows she is not unique,
Yet bearer of a force,
Isolated from the feeble,
That none can annul.
That Presence who,
Is both ready, and startled,
When hurt, weeps-vulnerable, exposed,
Yet is neither defenseless nor weak.
And is so much more.
That whole person within,
Is who I seek.