Adversity

As life comes crashing all around

my lack of worry seems to astound,

All the people after me

til bones picked clean,

won't let me be.

Scavengers all,

the Vultures feast;

picking apart

this once proud beast.

I am, however, a protected soul

drawing on energies

an earth's age old.

What the vultures cannot see;

the material world

does not own me.

So tear apart what does not matter,

feast on me and make yourself fatter,

take every bit, til I'm in tatters.

To this illusion, I will not bow;

I haven't before, I will not now.

I trust in my friends to take care of me ,

as they have done for centuries.

The path it opens, troubles go by

they show me the way,:" open my eyes,

to the path of my tranquility;

which needed a cleaner version of me.

Blocks in my life, the vultures ate away

and I walk on by to a bright new day.