Precious stones and marvelous baubles
Tiny pieces of mostly monumental things
Which nurture and fertilize
Treasures and tools that make me go
Going for the gold ring at quest’s end
Running the race god gave finishing strong
Things I've learned along the way
That keep me from the pitfalls in the path
Some guilty pleasures that I've
Convinced myself I cannot go without
I put the rocks in the box, they rumble around
Sometimes smooth things comes out
Ideas and techniques to make things grow
Practices and principles which help me say no
People in places, I feel close enough to the same
Sixty-six steps plus twelve that give me good shape
I've got quite a few things in this box
I carry it with me even though it gets heavy
There are boxes within my box, which are
More than just sacred, the holiest of holies
I have bags within boxes
Surrounded by rocks like castle walls
A cracked cup that oil pours right through
Some medicine for me some medicine for you | JM
Wonderful alliteration and word play and depth. Worth spending time with.
thank you!