Hidden gardens

our world filled with concrete, corporations and the long ladder to success I feel beauty is overlooked.
long rows of business parks with form and function do not move me, they're but an errant glance too quickly forgotten.
10:10, late again, the arrows on my watch a smile, no a victory smirk.
I should throw away my watch, too useful, too efficient, too reminding.
must purpose consume us, or can something exist as a pure expression of that which lies within us?
I believe that the purpose of a flower is incidental to its beauty.

often I take detours, hoping to find something, hidden, forgotten, and useless.
looking for something which I cannot myself describe.
all explorations go unanswered, I cannot see what is not reality.
so I create that which it seems only exists in my head and in my heart,
and hope that others when they find it will not see.

any attempt to give it reason, would only defeat it's very being.
simply what it is and no more, the deeper meaning of which few will probably ever understand.
secretly I whisper, love must be shared, otherwise it is a useless emotion.
Love contained to one's self can destroy the vessel that holds it's chains,
Like a ship pulling against the harbor both are destroyed.
I throw the rope from the dock and sail bravely forward, fearless of the waves before me,
from certain destruction to probable destruction...not a bad trade.

As I behold, I realize why it has eluded me for so long,
the greatest mystery answered to be one's self is to be content,
and to be loved for that the greatest of all goals.
No less, no more and no lies,
I let the waves crash down pulling me into their unforgiving grasp and I swim with reckless abandon,
reaching, reaching, reaching, forever.