Diamond
 

In ageless earth the properties of matter

Transformed some dust in molten temperature

To a sparkling diamond lusterless

Where it lay unseen – a sleeping princess

Until enlightened by the light itself.

So within us lies our real wealth,

The diamond in the skull, invisible

As dust within its earthen crucible

 

Before the day when molten suffering

Inflames our heart, and in the scorching pain

Are forged new depths of sight and ways of hearing.

Avid as miners we then descend again

To find within, the uncertain dark now clearing

And what was so long obscured laid plain.

On my birthday 22xi04

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