Individual Gold
As if from beyond, is heard a voice,
Calling,
Faint, yet clear, one can hear,
The stream of future thoughts
Not yet born nor yet formed,
For each success, and each gain,
By its nature must preclude,
A struggle,
from choice to finish,
Of a mindful grasp of its valued result.
A search for fulfillment,
Is but true
Exploration of the ages,
For every conquest,
The valiant seek,
Not others to set the goal,
But the conqueror,
His inner clock and self alone
Can know the battles
Won
And feel the peace of work well-done.
© 1998 RD Larson
