The old Man sitting on the rock,
On an otherwise barren plateau,
Rising above the high mountain top.
His eyes closed in solemn content,
Surrounded by five jars opaque,
Lids shut hiding that within.
"Tell me what you see
When you look up into the air.
Do you see the blue sky,
White marks scattered throughout,
The harmony of movement above,
Flowing and changing ever?
Or do you see what lies beyond,
Of the shell encircling us,
Coldness and darkness forever,
Taking away the life we hold?"
"Tell me what you see
When you see a tree majestic.
Do you see the beauty of nature,
The blossom of creation around,
The peace it exudes eternal,
Through times harsh and kind?
Or do you see the sadness hidden,
Of times observing changes seen,
Loosing a battle of no hope,
Dying with time passing by?"
"Tell me what you see
When you observe fire burning.
Do you see the force of life
Ever spirited and untamed,
Seeking to encompass all it finds
To pass on the burning within?
Or do you see death at hand
Leaving a trail of darkened soil,
Stealing what remains so few
Drops of souls striving to survive?"
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"Tell me what you see
When you thread the earth beneath.
Do you see the pulsating below,
The vigor of motion abundant,
Home of life wild and mysterious,
A shelter for those who walk it?
Or do you see the grime left,
Seeping through the slightest gap,
Reaching the essence deep down,
Polluting the purity once held?"
"Tell me what you see
When you touch the water all around.
Do you see the provider of life,
Sustaining those in need of it,
Cleansing the soul with each sip,
Giving us the strength to go on?
Or do you see a heartless pit,
Filled with tears spilled often times,
Diluting what has been left behind,
By those drowning within its confines?"
"Tell me what you see
In each of the five filling a jar.
Do you see the harmony of life,
A coexistence of one with another,
The need of the other to continue,
An existence for times to come?
Or do you see the paradox it holds,
Of death and life all the same,
Needing each other to be at all,
Yet trying to deceive of what is to be?"
"Go take a look into one of the jars,
Open the lid and explore the inside.
Seek the answer that lies within.
Come to me for I will be your guide,
On a journey to discover yourself,
To find a place to rest in peace."
The lid of a jar opening slow,
The old Man watching in serenity.
A look revealing that held in the jar,
The vacuous space of an empty shell.
Turning slowly towards the old Man,
A lonely rock surrounded by jars.
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