Scale of time, weights of infinity,
Measure out these things that are stored in the cache of eternity…
Weigh these forever treasures,
Their value untouched by the harsh winds of eons gone and yet to come.
Only, measure not once but twice…
First for treasures, gems of immutable instants of being…
But search again, this time for pain… voids of infinite memories and experiences;
Not peaceful, not pleasant- Only nuggets of life without purpose.
Why embark on a quest for the Treasures and Tears of Immortals?
What brings one on a venture to the farthest edge of the soul?
Is it passion- a hunger for more of the things that tempt the pallet of human spirit?
Is it an insatiable desire to touch those brief moments that delve deepest into our souls?
Who can tell? But all of humanity travels this way… some sooner- some later.
But all will make the journey.
The longing for a sense of value, purpose beyond this existence drives many… Treasure you this?
Beautiful handiwork of creation, man-made and divine… Possession of these is a treasure for some.
Still others covet the touch of the hand, caress of the soul by another- what value are these for you?
Worth comes in many forms, some seen, others touched, more treasures still yet unseen.
A fool claims he gives no thought to these; only the brave are willing to pause, to discern, and to ask why.
Desiring no pain, we shun the search for what brings suffering or discomfort.
Tears come to some with the sting of failed dreams; How about you?
Isolation overwhelms many, drowning them in a flood of their own sobs; is this your tears’ source?
Fear and mocking shadows of hopelessness well up springs of misery for others;
Tears though, for some, are the seeds of empathetic pain, planted in sacrificial sorrow. Why your tears?
And finally we arrive… and it’s more than just a destination, where we glibly take in the sights.
This arrival is accompanied by a healing of sorts… Vision, once muddled with humanity & frailty is cleared!
Through eyes fit for the heavenlies we see more clearly and brightly than ever before!
These are the eyes that allow us to see past the facade, past the self-made masks we wear.
We see the Treasures and Tears of Immortals- Gathered in the crystalline storehouse of the soul.
What then is the reward when we finally discover the Treasures and Tears of Immortals?
Will a man find more purpose in his work, more passion in his play?
Will a woman see more beauty in each moment, or an overflow of tenderness in love’s purest breath?
No, the bounty for the discovery is something far greater than these…
The prize for this venture is not wisdom, or vibrancy, nor clarity of thought…
To find the Treasures and Tears of Immortals is to uncover one of the greatest wonders of all.
For to finally, clearly see the things that bring peace and delight, loneliness and grief…
To know and ride the deepest currents of the spirit grants its voyager this ultimate prize…
This reward is to ultimately find what you have needed the most. You discover the real you.
Knowing the end if we succeed, shall we journey? Arriving, dare we look? We must, and we will.
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