Know Thyself Inside
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Most men and women feel that utter Truth
Lies somewhere far outside them like a star
Beyond another galaxy. A sleuth
More like a saint or prophet pierces far
And finds it. Camouflage, confusion, fog
Obstruct the rest of us. The vellum sheets
Attempt to help but words are holy smog.
They sound like altars’ sacrificial bleats.
Wherever in these volumes Truth is bound
It turns out it’s glossolalia for
Others near and not where God is found.
The cosmos offers blankness at its core.
We seem to feel the Truth is deified
And seldom simply think to look inside.
~ Phillip Whidden
by phillipw | Sep 14, 2024 | Uncategorized |