Ideal

Mastery is the art of taking your talents
Beyond that point of others to surpass
It is taking something and elevating it
To a place, hallowed and grand
Divine in its display of grace...pure grace
Of revealing what we as human kind can sometimes dismiss;
The human souls potential.
Describe them as you will, the gifted, those beyond their years
And of possessing a unique...... what?
Personality?... Level of drive?

No

It is in those which the curious spirit resides,
Those who've seen into a mystery of the Universe
And become one with it...

But folly for us to have despaired....and shamed them we have.

I speak of the Masters of past years; those read about, spoke about; and placed on pedestals up high...
We have shamed them;
In our acceptance of their perfection;
In our refusal to reach higher,
at our sadness....esteem lacking.....at our despair.

Oh how they would weep for us; mankind having lost it's soul....No wait.
Mans Soul's eternal.
Tears then for us having lost our spirit...undying soul...and so forever it feels it.

Surpass us!...

cries of the teachers long gone.

And we waver;
and we stumble.
Unsure of ourselves we grasp for something knew,
in hubris we dismiss those steps carved in time;
for us to climb...for us they weep (who else?)...For us to climb...

Oh the Master....
he who has never existed...
And never will.
He is instead the shining ideal of perfection
A painting; or a story; or a song!
Which those with minds eye open can see and hear....
(sweet, sweet senses)
The melody of meaning.

That patch work, woven together culmination of mans will
To create something beautiful, to share something beautiful;
To be something beautiful

Oh that haunting melody that binds us all together and allows us a glimpse of that Ideal...
of mans’ heart...
Of Plato's Ideal

By-Adrian Hernandez