The mind does
not reveal, but the eyes… or the mind’s eye. That tip of the tongue,
untranslatable, heart knowledge, given by the Giver of all good gifts.
Transparent and elusive as water, carried to the
inner man, reserved for the one who
will root through
the rubble of his own encumbrances for the pleasure of He who discloses.
of sight should
we lean on? And whose understanding? You’ve been told, so listen,
hawk-eyed, wise as and gentle as.
The hour glass drips her sand, counted, waiting.
But heaven’s been imparted in many languages, human formed.
The master key defines.
In other words,
in other words. The marrow within,
it knows,is familiar with enlightenment if but a
searches the deep and wisdom is for the
Instinct causes thirst.