Vigil

Vigil

A Poem by Onoma

...I Am the burning candle of my
own vigil.
The night of my ignorance is
long...though hope lie beyond me,
I Am not beyond it.
My center is perfect, my circumference
is boundless freedom.
What needs knowing shall be known,
what needs forgetting shall be forgotten...
there is absolutely no hurry.
There's no time to be bidden, only this
timeless vigil burning in degrees of
clarity.



© 2014 Onoma


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Again...like with the other I read...
this has more of a different them....
of course...the way you put us in there...
as a reader of this verse...
you feel one with the words...
as this opens and takes you...

Posted 10 Years Ago



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Added on March 17, 2014
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