Many years live 

Within me, and I often 

Consider wisdoms 

Gathered then lost 

Over thirty thousand rising 

Suns though none 

Hailed the dawn of 

Peace for such concerns 

Are long removed or 

Perhaps obscured

By the haze of living in 

Fabricated turbulence 

Exposing misguided 

Impassivity hastily born of 

Uninterrupted delusions 

Inferring hatred and 

Savagery are acceptable 

Norms for coexistence 

But those who ascend 

Ten Mountains are entrusted 

With alternative visions