Success is the wind in the trees,
A star in the night,
The green of grass,
The weight of your voice.
‘Success’ is no more than illusion at the end of our journey,
For our journey ENDS with ‘success’.
Throw the sands to the seas,
Whisper to our spirits,
Praise the moments, and live.
What is ‘success’?
Ephemera and failure;
The moment when we cease to grow,
When the outside becomes more important than the inside.
Here’s to the long Now
And the strengthening of sinews and bone,
Here’s to the moment extended
Where the dance becomes accepted
And the fight was never a fight;
Here’s to the dreams that make up our lives
And the reality within,
For it’s that reality that we breathe,
Day through day,
That is the closest we come to success.
March 2009
This poem begins and ends with descriptions of real success, which is day-to-day living and the reality within, where we become part of the dance of life, no longer fighting it.
The middle part of the poem deals with a worldly view of ‘success’, which is failure because at that point we cease to grow.
