"The Persuit"

"The Pursuit"
February 2, 2011


There’s a sensation overcoming my mind
Created from moments forgot or left behind
It’s something quite different and unique
There’s no cons for me to critique

Trying hard to define
Something simply divine
It’s a higher emotion for sure
Never better, for what were

It’s like a passion was set free
Giving reason to what wants to be
A special type of feeling
It’s aftermath is just so appealing

People chase this high
And now I’m understanding why
It’s an understanding with acceptance
Creativity imagined from misunderstood brilliance

It’s unpredictable, unable to accurately anticipate
This phenomena that facilitates neurons to elate
Misdirected intention led to false actualization
One that produced some sort of complication

But this sensation doesn’t care
About people, how or where
It doesn’t judge, but it knows morality
Determining its presence on that principality

It’s very rare to come across it on your own
Or even with someone you’ve hardly known
But it’s unpredictable and may surprise
Attempting to surface where opportunity lies

It’s hidden beneath detection of plain sight
An opportunity undercover if chosen right
Careful to reveal itself only to those who earned
A right to feel the karmic balance returned

For bad as it was, it became something great
Sometimes things seem to arrive a little late
But it appeared at just the right time
To ignore it would be a cosmic crime

It cannot be simply found
Often a journey, by which some are bound
You may search an entire incarnation
Never encountering it along the duration

Unable to be sold or bought
Nor is it something taught
Some chase, some enjoy, while few brings
This phenomenon is like flying atop feathered wings


If you happen to encounter such a feeling
You won’t be able to hide what it’s revealing
For it is honest and pure, special like magic
It can even surface in a life, oh, so tragic

It comes and goes as it may please
Blind in sight, a heart from where it sees
It cannot be fooled, understanding past event
Sometimes it can feel almost heaven sent

Weightless, free, uninfluenced by corruption
It’s unaffected by momentary interruption
If you catch it, but let it leave
Returning to those who really believe

The goodness of a life can be forgot
When bad things start happening more often than not
Feeling like you may have lost it, coming back never
 I promise, you won’t feel this way forever

It knows not the car you drive
Or the person who makes you feel alive
It knows only personal experience
With forgiveness and bravery granting clearance

If it appears to you and asks a name
Simply reply, "it’s all the same"
For Happiness doesn’t have formal presentation
It’s everywhere, waiting for an invitation