Flower in the Field
From a working collection of poems
If you believe it to be you
You must fight to make it true
For, if you have a love for it, it’s lord and master
To cast it out or kill it is to unwisely court disaster
For even if unrecognized by the remaining whole of humanity
If it enlivens your heart and stokes the romanticism of your mind
It’s of more divinely-sanctioned truth than anything so stamped by authority
Its value is not to be found in its financial remuneration
But in the wealth accrued within the Spirit and impassioned intellect
Its successes aren’t made of social media likes and the hails of critics
But by whether or not it touches that which their tributes can never touch
Its appeals aren’t made to marketability, profitability and public validation
But to the Gods of Truth and Beauty in whose temples its offerings are made
For it matters not if you’ve cultivated an entire field of economic yield
If the one esteemed flower therein perishes from uncultivated neglected
It matters not if the popular patrons pass it by, entirely blind to its beauty
It matters if those gifted with beholding eyes are born with eyes to see
So keep returning to the temple, holding the dreamer’s torch up high
Pass through the forests of reality’s renouncements, ever looking lost
Ascend towards the sanctified summit that the cowards cannot climb
The only path peaking at the point where the clouds of heaven part
About the Creator
Nick Jameson
Of the philosopher-poet mold, though I'm resistant to molds. I'm a strongly spiritual philosophical writer and progressive ideologue. I write across genres, including fiction, non-fiction and poetry. Please see my website infiniteofone.com.
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