Seek not a definition of success,

For you will be blessed with no such answer,

Only a rough and windy soul’s unrest,

a divine spiritual life cancer.

A stylistic point of view a top

a chair upon a hill of blackberry bush,

and the windy willows shall never stop,

telling the story of a darkling thrush.

Forever try to find the words to say,

That there are no words that can not be said

Perhaps the dawning of a grand new day,

Or the dusk falls on the pillow at bed.

Dare not to define the defining thought,

for this is a lesson that can’t be taught.