Consciousness.
The access to freedom,
Reality is a paradox,
Infinity equal to one,
Mind filled with blocks.
Purpose.
The search for meaning,
Muddled in a story,
Of what is happening,
Engrossed in a false fury.
Intelligence.
How can we understand,
A logic beyond logic,
Unravelling strand by strand,
Becoming a walking stick.
Wisdom.
To know the unknown,
Language is so limited,
A path is shown,
Freedom no longer inhibited.
Experience.
The source of wisdom,
A life worth living,
No shadow of doubt,
A life of giving.
Life.
Living to higher consciousness,
Serving through the heart,
Every day a new freshness,
Every day is the start.
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