A beautiful pearl of wisdom
Is made from a single grain of emotional grit
And for so long as you pontificate from the throne
Of your comfort zone
You’ll never challenge yourself to grow, evolve, expand
Change, know, understand
What it’s like, experientially
To transform oneself through personal shit
Knowing without being
Is merely intellectual conjecture
Physical experience without conscious direction
Is just going through the motions
Operating on auto pilot
Following the flock like a bleating sheep
Each grain of sand
From the beach of life
Is a potential priceless pearl
Of wisdom
Prize of hindsight
Completion of a cycle
Rosary beads of life