The Snow White Plain
I sold my serenity
to a bargain hunter
in the marketplace
like the cheapest of trinkets
Holding the empty scales
I felt the balance tip
And was surrounded
once again
in the cacophony
of the crowd
Never let the poverty
of another’s consciousness
tarnish your awareness
The knowledge gained
from these experiences
are your only commodity
of real value
And you must know by now
These wisdoms
are paid for dearly
in the mistakes made
over and over
on the slow road
of acceptance
You are the center
you must eventually
come home to
If you shift your gaze
beyond the marketplace
you can just make out
an open expanse
And once you see it
You’ll run
laughing
For why play anywhere else
than on the snow white plain
of your soul?