Quest

I began with questions that seemed ordinary, Were they, but, simple? The self within was wary; Started with small matters of curiosity, Birth and death causes and effects seemed paucity...! I search for my answer in each philosophy, My question is in each wave of ecosophy; The quintessence of my birth and my would-be death, The gesticulation of existential breath... Quest has doubled and tripled within and out, now, Each step has full of fresh surprises, anyhow; Powers, potentials, might, knowledge, and wisdom heights, Rediscovered revaluations and their fights... No swords, no battles, no dragons, and Dracula, My quest is a passing path toward acura; With fear, sloth, and fake oath I do not feel at ease, My quest is oriented toward love, joy, and peace...! Like a root emerging from a seed that travels, Toward growing into a tree self unravels; Isn't, yet, my movement, like a wavy-sea yachter? Or, like, one in a desert, yearning for water...??? 30 March 2023 Writing Challenge - 'Q' Words - Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Constance La France Rhymes Checked At: Rhyme Zone Syllables Checked At: How Many Syllables