All that glitters is not gold

We’ve always known.

So what is glitter? 

And what is gold?

In this life we are constantly striving,

Striving to add bows

Bows, certificates, accolades

This glitter is the distraction.

The more the merrier 

Driving, fueling the adrenaline 

From morning to night,

From day to year

Year to a lifetime 

On goes the madness.

All the while the true gold

Is buried deeper and deeper,

With layer upon layer  

Of all that’s gathered and acquired.

A temporary happiness

Fleeting feelings of fulfillment,

Come and go 

Until an emptiness howls.

And then the, truest work 

Of digging, unlayering

Must begin to uncover the forgotten gold.

Much like an onion

Each peel removes the debris

Bringing you closer

To an ancient knowingness

Here at your core 

Laying in wait 

Your treasures are found 

A warmth, a love

A peace, a strength 

A home, a union 

At last 

The gold!