Seeking Nothing; But Granted Everything

A life of simplicity; free from the chaos and noise

No moving parts, circuit boards, or technology

Just the soil, the wind, the seasons, and rain

Majestic trees that tower high above the land

Greenery and lushness of natural perfection

The smell of hardwood smoke and roasted meat

Children laughing amidst the horses and cows

Leaves holding space while riding the crisp winds

Sunlight streaking through the softened underbrush

And one simple oak tree perched high atop the hill

 

Such are the thoughts of a dreaming moment

Visions clear but trapped within the thinking mind

Some say this is the foundation of imagination

While others shout volumes of ignorance

As physical sight brings imagery not so wonderful

The silence of simplicity neither simple nor silent

Peace seems at odds with the armies of influencers

Lost are my forest sounds; the sentinels of the night

Even the wind seems to be foreign and unkind

My reality so far removed from that imagery

 

Seeking direction at the point of a compass

Anyplace or anywhere that’s better than here

One step and then another and many others

Clearing and cleansing my cloudy memories

At length, the distance is without real measure

For a true journey knows no end of beginning

All that matters is the quest and the personal test

Surrendering that which hands can hold

Things coveted by others; paid with bone and flesh

Ownership demonstrates the true form of possession

 

Clarity grows as the distance gathers behind me

Unwary that I was seeking nothing, I found something

Something not lost, only hidden and suppressed

Whispers from my carefree days of youth and revelry

Fearless and adventurous; oh how I did embrace life

Always questioning, seeking, and forever growing

When the distractions no longer hold sway over life

Our truest sight gathers speed and resumes seeing

Souls become awakened and reengaged with life

Dreams are no longer surrendered to the masses

 

R J Schwartz

I write about everything and sometimes nothing at all.I'm fascinated by old things, rusty things, abandoned places, or anywhere that a secret might be unearthed.I'm passionate about history and many of my pieces are anchored in one concept of time or another.I've always been a writer, dating back to my youth, but the last decade has been a time of growth for me.I'm continually pushing the limitations of vocabulary, syntax, and descriptive phrasing.

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R J Schwartz

I write about everything and sometimes nothing at all. I'm fascinated by old things, rusty things, abandoned places, or anywhere that a secret might be unearthed. I'm passionate about history and many of my pieces are anchored in one concept of time or another. I've always been a writer, dating back to my youth, but the last decade has been a time of growth for me. I'm continually pushing the limitations of vocabulary, syntax, and descriptive phrasing.

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