Friendship, Insecurities, Poems

The Best Are Harder To Find

A box in the rain, on a field outside
Sat wet and gloomy in the bitter cold.
I saw this box, sitting there like it died
Years ago. So I opened it– Behold!
An oyster, so old and… a chunk of gold!
Tossed the shell aside and took the jewel
Everywhere I went. And the stone controlled
What I did, how I lived; I was its mule.
But I threw that pyrite straight at the wall,
And took out the old clam shell I had found.
In it was a beautiful pearl, so small;
It comforted me— healed, saved from that mound.
Toxicity’s out in packages bright,
While the best may be hidden out of sight.

with tm friends
Some of my best friends and I at TM camp

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