The explorer

I am like an explorer who has labored her whole life to find or discover, the lost, sacred and magical, and now at long last, has finally stumbled upon it.

Finding it more glorious, pure and rich, than anyone would have hoped or imagined. I stand here in awe, dumbfounded, and challenged with the dilemma of what to do?

How does one insure that this is never ruined or spoiled? How can I preserve this treasure?

The thief in me schemes for a way to take it all for myself, not leaving one thing behind.. but after the excitement and adrenaline subsides, I realize I cannot take anything.

All that I can carry with me would only be lost and spilled out in these torn pockets of mine. I can take nothing.

All I can do is enjoy it for what it is, I can not horde it, I can not own it. It will never be mine to take.

I can tell others of its beauty and its value, and share the wisdom I find

... and so I will;

write poems,

create melodies,

compose songs,

I will sing of this wonder.

I will nurture and care for this precious thing.

I will adore it.

I will cherish it.

and, I will love it, for as long as I am able.