Answers at Hand
The quest of man
since dawn’s first breath,
to solve the riddles
of life and death.
Man’s mercurial mission
to reveal unattainable wisdom,
a doomed crusade,
a selfish mission.
You see the answers are all there,
but not for us yet
forcing the issue
will bring unfortunate regret.
As nature is one,
a unity within,
winds glide softly,
through what has always been.
It may be this oneness
that allows resolve
because there is nothing
that needs to be solved.
There is a natural order
with or without man
The cosmos has no questions,
simply all answers at hand.
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