My beloved pen

For some time between many a day

I have held panic living without the noble instrument

And the same, the lack of parch has allowed unease in my mind

I scribe these memoirs to recall such enlightenment

Here I cannot exist without recapture

In study I must be reminded to the heirs of knowledge

That only increases my path of perception

That only expands a gift

For without my beloved I am truly still and rested

My true teacher a time falls to record

An experience effortlessly reconciled

A longing ever kept

Cease not flow of ink and inspired mind

Thus I leave behind unrefined reason

A gift is truly knowing

And knowing is truly remembering

These days are never forgotten

A diary of the steps that achieved

For aching none has made me so

For I; the immigrant of knowledge known

Am gracious to reveal

For I am the only of knowledge to kneel