We only have to breathe it in,
Take it in
Within.
The truth just passes us by,
But as the wind ,
Unseen.
At times when donned with compassion
It reveals itself
In light.
Tabula rasa, be painted.
Dream on with your eyes
Wide open.
For the ink that blots you captures
The music trampled
In din.
Let the nature within us
Hunger for delight
Of wisdom,
Of the truth that lies in matter,
The law that holds
All laws.
With nature displayed in grandeur,
And its brother residing
In our souls,
Draw the truth from the wells
Of obscurity
To mind.
Let the mind be stirred at noon,
Perplexity is a friend
Of a genius.
Truth won’t condescend to words
Of human tongues
In haste.
