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In Pursuit of Quintessence – Verse I
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In Pursuit of Quintessence – Verse I |
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JerryPat Senior Member
since 2010-10-30
Posts 1991Louisiana/America 
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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. . . . and the Raven said, %!~#&(&#!$! |
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Eusta B. Mae Senior Member
since 2010-05-03
Posts 903 |
Yes! God bless and God speed on your journey. Excellent write. ebm |
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JerryPat Senior Member
since 2010-10-30
Posts 1991Louisiana/America |
WoW! That was qucik ebn. thank you very much and I will need those "God Speeds" I imagine before this journey is through. . . . and the Raven said, %!~#&(&#!$! |
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Dark Stranger Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631West Coast |
jp...get there soon before some jerk builds condos all over that valley..enjoyed the quizotism of this |
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JerryPat Senior Member
since 2010-10-30
Posts 1991Louisiana/America |
Haha! D.S., you may have the correct idea. I'm hurrying, but there are so many unavoidable detours that are put in front of me. thanks for stopping by. . . . and the Raven said, %!~#&(&#!$! |
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Amaryllis Senior Member
since 2010-05-20
Posts 1306Mi now |
That is quite a write~! Very esoteric  Keep `em coming!. Best~ Amaryllis |
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JerryPat Senior Member
since 2010-10-30
Posts 1991Louisiana/America |
Thank you for the kind words, Amaryllis, and I plan on keeping 'em coming, for sure. . . . and the Raven said, %!~#&(&#!$! |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Deep thinking, deep writing. Excellent! Although you may never in this lifetime reach your destination the mere fact of trying is worth a gold star. Helen |
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JerryPat Senior Member
since 2010-10-30
Posts 1991Louisiana/America |
Thank you for your encouragement,Helen. I have two project underway which are similar in nature, i.e., the search for answers. In this saga eventually I hope, my quest is on peace within myself, and the other project is a search for answers from God about why He allows innocent children to suffer and die when they are without sin. and by children I'm talking about infants who know not the rights or wrongs of how to behave. Thank you again. . . . and the Raven said, %!~#&(&#!$! |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
The only answer I've come up with regards to the sufferings of the innocent is that it's meant to teach us a lesson or just to make us think more deeply and with more empathy - and to be more grateful like "there by the grace of God ..." Peace? Not an easy one but here's my recent thinking if I may. Cracking codes When life becomes an outer thing and not an inner turmoil you know you’ve cracked the code of peacefulness. Codes are strange; they seem to be like flashing neon lights on and off to make of mind a befuddled entity. And a look through movement, glare, turns the eyes to staring tools of no usefulness in the business of cracking codes. It’s not my business really just a sideline activity decreed by soul to be a state preceding grace. No one gets to grace, you see, before inducted into peacefulness sometimes by means abhorrent to all lowly human beings. Flash/flash, on/off, and codes aren’t cracked until what once a pastime becomes a profit driven business ~ and I know the column “state of grace” waits until I’m balanced! Helen |
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JerryPat Senior Member
since 2010-10-30
Posts 1991Louisiana/America |
What a lovely and in-depth poem, Helen, thank you for sharing it with me. As far as using innocent little babies to "teach us a lesson" goes against anything I can think of. What an uncaring god. I don't know, that is what I intend to discover for myself in the novel I am preparing to write. I plan on scouring the Internet (even more than I have) and talking to priest and preachers, etc. about this centuries-old question. Appreciate that you read the poem and took the time to give of yourself to it. . . . and the Raven said, %!~#&(&#!$! |
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