Be the Light
Upon the precipice
enshrouded in the mists of eternity
are stories impressed upon the ethers;
the attentive soul that listens to their whispers
is a guiding light in the darkness.
What we learn from past secrets;
histories that we haven't encountered,
rests in an ethereal library
and the observant soul, though encumbered by the physical
always has a voice with which to share their wisdom.
My favorite seat in the library is that of the observant shaman.
Revised 1-16-2022
1-16-2022
Earth Life Purpose Poetry Contest
Unseeking Seeker
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2022
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