I travel the vast universe . . .
standing still . . .
passing grotesque faces . . .
in ancient time . . .
who silently scream . . .
at the living . . .
ignoring the predictions of time . . .
a stream of salted tears flowing, still . . .
blinded eyes that see everything . . .
what is there and what never was . . .
mysteries that shout awareness . . .
in a time of haunted darkness . . .
veiled in love . . .
through a jungle of fear . . .
the wise, too wise to know, their ignorance . . .
stumbling in a labyrinth . . .
of the learned mindless-ness . . .
looking outside . . .
instead of within . . .
the hubris student . . .
the un-humble guide . . .
who sat perched among the wise . . .
eyes blinded by darkness . . .
adjusting to the light . . .
it was the infant who wept . . .
during reincarnation . . .
and the elder who danced . . .
for he saw everything . . .
and knew nothing . . .
©Kimberly Wilhelmina Floria
This poem was influenced by the thoughts of Tiramit at dhamma footsteps Please visit.
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