The Toad and the Jewel

As peacock screams in horror at its feet,
so we ignore the jewel in the toad,
oblivious both to the grace replete
in feathered splendor or quiet mind ode.

For in the din of personality,
the inculcated distraction to truth,
burning issue of day reality
overwhelms all light save to the sly sleuth.

In corner of the mind’s unblinking eye,
a light sun presence glows present ever,
life’s present, the eternal present die
is cast in life light we never sever.

Don’t think, and in a blink, what is cruel,
mere breath on a blade, births the toad’s jewel.