In Pursuit of Quintessence – I

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paderewski
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since 2011-02-04

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Louisiana, USA

0 posted 2013-12-15 09:03 AM

I have touched only a small part of me,
nothing of myself,
though I have lived these many years
nothing have I learned
that reflects good unto me.
But I have a secret,
informational at its best,
outrageous maybe in the audacity of the seeker.
But I know of a place.
A place, from beginning to end with distant hills and friendless valleys
where my name
has been written in the dust,
no wind to disturb the fragile writing.
It is there that I travel now.
I seek Quintessence,
not tangible like gold;
no, the place I seek is concerned with Innerself.
It is a far away, treacherous journey,
I travel as a babe in the womb.
My steps falter,
my limbs are weak; they are immersed in old thinking
which I must purge.
Not an easy task
this flushing out of the old,
for I am not sure
of its replacement.
I only know I must continue this journey.
To stop putting one foot in front of the other,
metaphorically speaking,
is impossible,
and,
I would sooner die than give up the search.
How do I know of this place, this Quintessence?
What foolhardiness causes me to seek what I might not be able to find?
What do I expect out of all this,
if and when I arrive at this place, this Quintessence?
Why give up everything,
society and its ills,
the warmth of a woman's arms,
the smell of a blood-red rose?
Questions,
questions, questions, questions,
trying to make me see where I err.
Foolishly trying to blind my vision,
turn my head,
confuse my thoughts.
Impossible.
I have read the omens,
I have felt the burn of the soul,
I have seen my name
artistically written,
each letter of a different hue,
making it unique
above all,
breathtaking in its flawlessness.
Me,
in name only,
complete.
This is what I have set out to find.
A oneness with my quintessence.
Though the journey may be fraught with peril
I tarry not,
I press ahead into the labyrinth of my Id,
to bend down before my name and breathe myself in.
These are the words of one possessed,
heed them,
take care to understand them,
know for a certainty
shallowness has no place on this journey.
I am stone-hard
where it counts,
my passion to reach my goal unbending,
my desire concentrated,
Still, in the distance
the woeful sound of a mighty timber wolf
howls his mournful dirge,
a warning perhaps.
I hold my head high
breathe in the thin mountain air
and set out toward its end.

©July 8, 2010 / Jerry Pat Bolton

~*~ Your fences need to be horse-high, pig-tight and bull-strong. ~*~

Gale
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since 2013-06-10

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Russia

1 posted 2013-12-15 10:33 AM

paderewski
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since 2011-02-04

Posts 287
Louisiana, USA

2 posted 2013-12-15 10:37 AM

Ahhh . . . A picture is worth a thousand words.

~*~ Your fences need to be horse-high, pig-tight and bull-strong. ~*~

Margherita
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since 2003-02-08

Posts 22236
Eternity

3 posted 2013-12-15 12:38 PM

quote:
I have read the omens,
I have felt the burn of the soul,
I have seen my name
artistically written,
each letter of a different hue,
making it unique
above all,
breathtaking in its flawlessness.
Me,
in name only,
complete.
This is what I have set out to find.
A oneness with my quintessence.

This is quite impressive, dear Jerry. Blessed be the seekers I say. Even when the answers do not correspond fully to our goals.

I also believe that we are meant to reach the peak of the mountain. Our lungs will signal it, they know when the purity of the air makes the difference,

Great inner searching.

Margherita

paderewski
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since 2011-02-04

Posts 287
Louisiana, USA

4 posted 2013-12-15 12:51 PM

I know you are quite correct, Margherita, in that we will know as we seek and ascend to the top of that mountain. I know because this poem was written in July of 2010. was climbing that mountain, and had been climbing it for quite some time. I reached the summit of tha mountain in three months. I breathed the mountain air and I was whole. Thank you so much for being here Margherita.

~*~ Your fences need to be horse-high, pig-tight and bull-strong. ~*~

Lori Grosser Rhoden
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since 2009-10-10

Posts 10202
Fair to middlin' of nowhere

5 posted 2013-12-16 11:00 AM

This is a great piece of writing...a travel log if you will. You have come at this topic from many directions and I think that this is by far the best yet.

Lori

paderewski
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since 2011-02-04

Posts 287
Louisiana, USA

6 posted 2013-12-16 11:08 AM

I thank you sincerely, Lori, for your kind thoughts concerning this self-searching poem of mine.

~*~ Your fences need to be horse-high, pig-tight and bull-strong. ~*~

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