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In Search of Quintessence
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In Search of Quintessence |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana 
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A little long, perhaps . . . I have touched only a small part of me, nothing of myself, though I've 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 lonesome valley 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 will be a faraway, treacherous journey, I travel as a babe in the womb. My steps will falter, my limbs are weak; 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 on this journey. To stop purring 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 except out of all this, if, and when, I arrive at this . . . 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, posed, 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 written artistically written, each letter of a different hue making it unique above all breathtaking in it fallownesses. Me in name only, Complete. This is what I will set out to find out a oneness toward my Quintessence. The voyage may be fraughr with peril, butt 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 obsessed. Heed them. Take care to understand them. I know for a certainty shallowness has no place on this journey I am stone-hard where it counts. my passion to reach the goal unbending. My desire concentrated. Still, in the distance the woeful sound of a ghostly timber wolf howls a mournful dirge. A warning perhaps. I hold my head high breathe in this mountainous air, and set out towards its end. C'est la vie ©Jerry Pat Bolton ~ If they give you ruled paper, write sideways. ~ [This message has been edited by JerryPat2 (11-28-2016 07:18 PM).] |
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Rex Allen McCoy Member Elite
since 2000-01-30
Posts 2863Sippin a Timmy's in London |
When you find your realm of quintessence and if your own expectations allow you to ascend and become the one within... I hope you still have Internet ... Nicely put together Jerry  |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Heh.Heh But of course, Rex, got to have the Internet, or whatever will replace it. Thank you for plodding through my poem. ~ If they give you ruled paper, write sideways. ~ |
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2islander2 Member Ascendant
since 2008-03-12
Posts 6825by the sea |
hi jerry, a vision that embraces a life, your life, but many others too, there is always a lesson (quintessence ?) to inoculate to others minds, to share have a good day yann yann |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Ahhh . . . yann, you are very intelligent to plow all through my poem and touch where it most needed to be touched. Yes! We can and must find quintessence within the hearts of others. That was what I had in mind when I wrote this, but I fear I may have ventured off elsewhere. But maybe not. YOU found it there, and I am forever grateful you did. Thank you. ~ If they give you ruled paper, write sideways. ~ |
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Ari Squire Member Posts 488 In The Phallus Lane |
quote:I suppose there are exceptions as there is with most ideals and philosophies of life, for we all seem to experience life differently. Still, I agree with this I quoted of your excellent introspective search Jerry, you're writing is always so impressive. The journey has far more value then the arrival. To know where you're going is to know when the journey ends. Some say "never look back", and in terms of regrets, I'd agree. But other than that, I think a turn of one's head to the rear refreshes us in knowing where we've been. As you say..."keep on truckin'. All the best along your way friend. Loving Linny Jean is poetry. |
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Bluesy Socrateaser Member Elite
since 2002-11-07
Posts 2417In The Mirror |
You've mastered the fine art of fearlessness JerryPat. To dare follow the many dark paths within the "labyrinth of your Id" is a humbling experience. There's no lack of humility in your poem. Press on brave wanderer! ...just bein' Bluesy |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Thank you, Ari, for a wonderful, fulfilling comment. To take the challenge I feel as though I am wading in deep water in the black of night. Don't know how all this will end up, but I must press on. Thank you again. ~ If they give you ruled paper, write sideways. ~ |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Many thanks, Bluesy. I know you are correct with you insightful comment concerning my travels inside the labyrinth of my Id, but I am taking it one step at a time. Thank you again for your support. ~ If they give you ruled paper, write sideways. ~ |
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