Jan G. Otterstrom F.

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PERSON IV

We often measure ourselves against
somebody else’s rule, self condemned
suffering failings that may have been
our stellar moments, judged as serious
errors, our darkest hour, on Calvary
our most salient victory, prestige gold
security sold as cultural prerogative
often, never realizing in the ritual, that
the greatest wealth is intangible, all
weighted against who we actually are
only learning later that we must lose
ourselves, letting go, accepting the void
of absence, suffering the critic, gossiper
persecution at the hands of authority
to sink below the surface, letting your
inner voice sound, following its argument
living intensely, higher order, authentic
chaos, accepting another’s pattern we
stay in base camp, the peak still to be
scaled, few leave to test endurance, thin
air, howling icy winds, cutting crystals
freezing, opposing each step of advance
mind and body black, turn back from
open sky, vacant annihilation, pale blue
stripping us of every mask of cleverness
standing alone before twenty vertical
meters or descend, abandon your quest.
 
c) Jan G. Otterstrom F.
    October 25, 2009
    Costa Rica