Beyond Adventure

Beyond Adventure

               

 

Those thud-and-blunder paperbrass sagas

          never said who cleaned up afterwards.

          How brave and destructive our heros were!

          (I always skipped the battle scenes

          to find out who won.)

          Our heros were on a mission

          and the end justified the means.

         

          But I dreamed of another kind of story:

          a story made of healing;

          of seedlings bursting pavement;

          of childhood spring dawn;

          of close encounters with life;

          of the wisdom that brings light

          and the courage that gives birth.

          I wanted to sing the saga of peace

          but I learned that peace is a true poem

          and true poems have no words.

         

          Therefore my peace dream remains untold,

          unknown, mysterious, and true;

          while the thud-and-blunder paperbacks

          (made of real paper)

          shout their loud red victory dreams.

          Thus they win a win; but no more.

 

          For true dream is beyond victory.

          True dream is beyond dream.

          The saga of peace ripens in silence.

          Joy is a song that sings itself

when life surpasses adventure.