VigilA 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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