It’s lost now,
The treasure that once was.
Buried somewhere
But marked with vivid cross.
Entombed it is,
In chest of flesh and bone.
Hidden there
Till pirate steals it home.
Opened wide
The casket does reveal
Priceless gems, tho’
Chosen to conceal.
Entrapped below
An arid desert’s soil,
Fertile once but reality
Sought to spoil.
It’s resting there,
Beneath and buried deep.
Discover when
You dig and seek to keep.
Guarded by
Sentries of the night.
Uncovered jewels
Sparkle in the light.
The brigand who
Searches on his quest
Resists all force
And knows where fortune’s blest.
Voyage far
On seas of violent storm.
Earnest aim
Demands actions outwith norm.
A howling wind
Casts vessels far astray,
But compass points,
Leads errant into bay.
Explored, this land
Tumults and earth will quake.
Concealed karma
Arises, offers. Take.
No treasure worth
A hundredweight or more
Was ever gained
Without searching to the core
And here it lies
Beneath the skies above,
Prosperity,
The greatest treasure – love.
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