I came to the field
the one rich with promise
where the experts had set up shop
had taken on the unlearned who show promise
to fill them with the beauty of expertise.
I relished in the symbols formed and
thoughtfully paraded on the screens in
front of me, enticing me to follow, to do,
to be the representation of the symbol
to symbolise the symbol.
I danced my way around the field,
so unlearned and unready to dance
the larger dance of the prepared
the symbols of the symbols.
I danced haltingly
aware of my clumsiness
eager to learn grace
to embody the symbols of the learned
to be prepared
to enter in and find fulfilment.
And then I tripped and fell.
I didn’t just trip and fall but
I fell in an unkempt and muddy
area of the field.
Because in watching the screens
in trying to dance the dance
of the learned
I strayed off course
and fell in mud and humiliation.
I grasped for a firm place to push
myself up and prepared to run away
to save myself from the shame and indignity
of being seen in my wallowing state.
But my hand found something very firm
buried in mud, unnoticed by the others.
I pulled it out, sitting still in mud
as unnoticed as the object.
(I felt so small and insignificant.)
Even with mud clinging to it
it was an elegantly simple and
It glowed, large and radiant,
happy in my appreciation of it.
I loved it. Beautiful pearl.
Priceless and unnoticed.
It changed my life.
So I marked out the unkempt and muddy
portion of the field
and staked my claim.
It cost me all that I had
but I then had all that I wanted.
In its simple elegance I found my
Dignified by reaching the ultimate
and finding beauty there.
A story of the rise and fall of trying to fit into consumerism and money power based society. And falling to find out what is important. My story.