A Light-Bearer
I am a light-bearer;
opening doors
so that together
we may seek--
Of course, there
are no answers,
just questions...
leading to questions;
for we are a species
of seekers, divinely
clothed in the solver's
garments...
solutions not found
on the path, but in
the maker of paths;
not found in the
mind, but in a
maze of minds,
in the tender
of walls, the
pruner of our foot-
steps, keeping asps
from our heals
and scorpions from
our toes. The only
real, is the sense
of being, but in
the spirit-illusion:
the wise knowing
there is no life,
no consciousness
that excludes the
intangible of faith;
looking from the
outside in, I can
be certain only
that I think
I think—no more.
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