The unequalled prize
We are born into the matrix
of a conditioning society
that slowly moulds us
away from ourselves
away from our own wild nature
away from our Natural State.
We are encouraged to give ourselves up
to the prevailing norms,
even though those norms are largely empty
and awash with greed and corruption
and violence and war.
Some lay claim to their own nature
in the secret confines of their heart
They play a waiting game
feeling for cracks in the fortress of the matrix
convinced their real life is yet to be lived
never believing in the stories they have been told
and always remembering, remembering
the echo of a truth that sustains them.
And if they are lucky that echo of truth
will become in time a relentless roar
tearing into the fabric of their artificial lives
and throwing them into the chaos
of self-discovery and the abandonment
of the known for the reaches
of the Unknown.
Here the stakes are higher
and the signposts few and far between.
It is most times a brutal, wrenching quest
mired in failure and angst,
and the passing of far too much time
in restless, fruitless seeking.
But the reward if you can grasp it,
the unequalled prize itself
is the reclamation of all that was lost:
your own wild and untamed nature
and your blessed Natural State.