The Fool of Potentials

Communion, at peace in the unknown,
The destination is the journey itself.
Full of potential, bright, loud genie,
That likes to see, live, and create.

Innate multitasker— the Fool,
Jack of all trades, master of none.
If only authenticity could be cloned,
Then change would never lay around,
Postponed.

“Whatever you do, pour in love.
For it never dies, only transforms.”
Says he, who resurrects each day,
Renowned and fresh as a newborn.

Tittle-tattle ‘this’, or ‘that.
“A reality check he lacks.”
“Always disgustingly himself!”
“The face of shame in disguise!”

Yet a carnival-like, traveling soul
Does not entertain petty shows.
Never did it learn how to bow—
To the faults of self, kings, or doubt.

Actions echo loudly in silence,
Often lingering longer words do.
The fool’s head dwells in the clouds,
A paradise of straws, together glued.

Undefined by his inner coward,
The fool is no stranger to danger.
Those who have seen a few horrors
Awaken to the irony of enragement.

Maybe that is what drives others mad,
And that is why they call him insane.
The Fool, forgetting blame and excuse,
Does not wonder why, he just is.

Fearless of old age, and though wrinkled,
His heart torches in timeless infinity.
The Fool pays no attention to clocks,
Yet rarely misses a divine calling.

The mirror’s power reflecting him
Is radiant, undimmed, and eternal.
Everything comes, flows, and goes,
As in the law of correspondence.

Resting at peace in the unknown,
The destination is the journey itself.
Fool, full of unrealized potentials,
Where will your heart lead you next?