There is a place; the haven
Where no words spoken
A shelter that strengthens
Neither shatters nor fragments
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Look at the giant gaits of trees
Hardly ever do they walk
But eager to gulp the morning sun.
Swaying their long arms towards the light,
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Do all faded eons subsist again?
Do episodes past prior to seeing their radiance?
Has the star glistening on top of the pitch-black field
Hurried onto another nighttime?
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Lore are anticipations detoured through our hurt:
As the ray of justice bends over
Glittering, chaste, balanced and rational,
Tenacious to poise the globe we discern.
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If you ask me; I would like to be remembered
An individual who was fervent for life.
One who his days of undesirable bliss he summed
Though long we remain in the radiance
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Here they are; earth, water, wind and fire,
Which on all subsists,
But not as land that lies waste
nor water polluted from its source
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Religions are the habiliments of wisdom. And the Almighty; the metaphor for being.
All wisdom can be understood
With allusion to the material world.
This doesn’t refute the spirituality of wisdom,
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It’s night time; the centre of the dark,
The stillness of the skies
But the dazzling twinkling stars
The moon is fully risen from bed
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I don’t know if the rivers are endless,
Or if life-long love last perpetually,
Yet every moment
Clings to a bit of endless effort.
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Aren’t Clerics believed to be the shepherds
That marshals the ardent herd
In a bid to guide their souls?
Have they overlooked their hallowed role
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