A Treasure Lain

So Great the good I hope to gain:
the joy I find in every pain.

Hera's mark left a deep plum stain,
and Pan taunts as I lust, refrain.

The wordly man adds staples to his chain;
the warrior mires at his hundreth slain.

But to I, the answer seems quite plain:
above & beneath, a Treasure lain.

To the Underlaying Unity
of All Life, so that
the Voice of Intuition may guide
us closer to our common Keeper