"A KEY to Freedom"
01.10.2013
Oscar Wilde:
“Thou knowest all; I seek in vain
What lands to till or sow with seed -
The land is black with briar and weed,
Nor cares for falling tears or rain.
Thou knowest all; I sit and wait
With blinded eyes and hands that fail,
Till the last lifting of the veil
And the first opening of the gate.
Thou knowest all; I cannot see.
I trust I shall not live in vain,
I know that we shall meet again
In some divine eternity.”
Namix:
Seeking starts with understanding we don’t really comprehend;
A decision beginning the process of perceiving what’s at ends.
Many pros and cons will follow one’s conclusion to commence;
And the choice appears more shallow the deeper one descends.
The truth resides within the lies; where belief & doubt suspend;
Forever united in the division... and in agreement to contend.
It hides between one and zero, while oddly even forming ten;
A key to freedom releasing a feeling which leashes us again.
It may seem positively negative based on previous pretense;
Until we feel rightfully wronged once enriched by being spent.
We open new eyes & old wounds; we bleed so we can mend;
It takes those ups & downs to see the peaks & valleys blend.
Each mission is similarly different – but the anomalies will trend;
As we discover strength in weakness we once easily condemned.
When we put the quest in question, it means the truth impends;
The meaning is straight forward, and it is just around the bend.
The final click comes in time, but we need to relinquish “when?”
For us to see how far we've come just before we leave again.