Hephaestus

 

The world is molded under the flame of will.
The politeness of discipline allows us to
climb those distant steps
in the inhabitable desert of success.
We are the sum of our choices
and the product of their consequences.

Delight is almost always fleeting.
Reclusive in its offering,
it must be pruned like a bonsai
and preserved as something precious.

One must become hardened to thrive through
the tempests and the intemperance of others.
We are still the ones remaining standing.

Reality is almost always harsher
than we allow ourselves to perceive.
We always impart such bitter sweetness
on the ever unfolding mists of becoming.
All we have are just obstacles or spectacles
filling up the great void of life.

We are the hammer raised against the fire,
but we were also always
the true tenacity of the metal.