Occasionally I find myself getting very contemplative and looking for universal truths. I think this may be as close as I will come. Enjoy.

Buried Non-Treasure

Deep in the Solitary,

shaded by ancient pine,

lies the place of spirits

both bedeviled and divine.

Oft when by ourselves

we wander our mindscape free

is found a dark thing hidden

within the mental scree.

It isn't a caramel nugget,

but a chocolate covered rock

and our souls recoil in pain

at the horror and shock.

We shove it into the recesses

and cover it with guilt

'til after a time it is buried in

the sifting mental silt.

Let us pray for continued strength

and an ever sharp spade

to keep the things buried

which we must evade.