The Pitted Path

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How many times

have I walked this pitted path

that extends from the birth of a body

to it’s dissolution?

How many times have I crisscrossed

the cold rivers and creeks

of knowledge looking for answers

and not found them.

How many times

have I looked into those clear waters,

only to find loose sand

drifting beneath the surface which is

reflecting illusions in sunlight,

glittering profusely.

How many times

have I questioned the deceits of the mind,

thought, the senses, memory, emotion, imagination,

the existence of money and borders,

and the separateness of you and I.

How many times

have I queried

the light behind the masks

of all those varied and distant Gods,

testing their veracity,

while seeking their reassurance and love,

hearing only silence ringing in my ears,

not knowing, not knowing, not knowing,

never knowing

that which, perhaps, cannot be known

though still is believed.

Even the probable impossibility of it,

is no deterrent.

We keep seeking,

probing the unknown,

because not knowing does not make it not so,

and, as of yet,

we are here.

5/14/16

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