Knowing Only The LightA Poem by wuliheronSocratic WisdomKnowing Only the Light
Death May Be The Silence, Betwixt The Notes of Our Melody. When time stretches out beyond the reach of space to contain! For the greater poetry in motion of our paradox of existence, For the blissful contentment knowing I still know nothing. For the certainty life is greater, than any will ever know, What Lies Beyond any mere lowly mortal imagination! What all of our more Beautiful Words, fail to express! What all of our Feeble Concepts Fail to ever capture, What Great Sciences must always Fail to quantify, What no keen observation could actually Clarify. A Singular Infinity, Beyond Our Imaginations! An Infinite Diversity in Infinite Combination, All Passing Before Me Lost In New Horizons! Only to Return to Me Yet Again As I Surrender. The One Place Every Wu Li Master of Space-time, Respects As Our Fountain Spring The Mother of All! The Origin Of Our Spark Within Which Can Never Die! Unspeakable Collective Ignorant Wisdom, and Virtue! Living well, justly, and Beautifully are all One thing, In Giving of Ourselves We Learn How to Receive, In Forgiving Others, We Pardon Ourselves, In Pardoning Ourselves Learn to Live. Learning How to be Free Again At Last! Learning How To Let Go Again At Last! Learning To Love, Once Again! Love Thy Neighbor As Thyself! Trespass Not, On One Another! And none shall trespass upon you. Opening our heart the mind follows, Treat others, better than they deserve, For what comes around, goes around! Sing The Praises, to Mama and Papa! So All Might Yet Celebrate With You! Singing Our Song Every Heart Shares! None shall hold anything against you. In order to live we must all learn to accept death and suffering, In order live we must all find greater forgiveness and acceptance, As inevitably the Sun Must Rise Once Again knowing only the light. © 2018 wuliheron |
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Added on December 1, 2018 Last Updated on December 4, 2018 AuthorwuliheronAboutI'm a brain damaged, mentally deranged, hippie dippy raised on Gilligan's Island and Green Acres, but I'm never going back there again! Currently, I'm 11 years into writing a book on Collective Ignora.. more..Writing
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