| Truth, Quest and Love |
| With what weapon do I slay this dragon, This stealer of hopes and destroyer of dreams? With what words do I conjure the answers I seek The answers I can't at this moment even fathom? Which path apparent or not shall I traverse On this quest for which I know not the objective? With what voice do I call out to the universe To bring me the one I fear I know not? With what manner of feeling do I genuinely convey This burning inside of my very soul? What visions shall I emanate and emulate To make known my truth without jeopardizing all I hold dear? In what manner do I consume the peace and tranquility In order that I do not pass by oblivious to the whispers meant for me? From what archaic tomb was this scene derived That was not resolved only to play out again and again each time in the future? What manner is this seeming darkness that dawns upon my consiousness, this nebulous truth, this knowingness that defies my own logic and reason? With what intent does the universe plan to educate me this time And why have the unbidden lessons come all at once? I know the strength within my own virtual arsenal. With a sword of truth and words that consequently wound Not with intent to mame but in effort to resolve. As above, so below...as within so without A riddle of life, a riddle of reason This charge I face with courage passion; conviction Whatever comes to bear in my consciousness I will stand steadfast on solid ground In an effort that all of these musings and questions are ultimately resolved Peace restored Sanity resident Ultimately all answers trace back to one source The only true source, answer, lesson, life...LOVE |
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