Oblique,
the truth takes a new turn
The
not-expected appears in part
Not
quite fitting the seer sees the fit
And
the laden beauty is seen between
Wisps
of seared seams are unravelled
The
riddled puzzle simply saying more
They
imbibe the loosed honeyed waters
That
now from their tight grip surrender
Dwellers
beside a live river do not thirst
Those
who step backwards find its flow
Esteeming
another above self they find
They
trespass not upon the sacred lands
In
the gilded evening white herons fly
As
the light dies a day is made golden
Angels
walk here where we fear to tread
Lifting
the weak, bearing them on wings
They
that have no set maps are complete
The
way of life not in knowledge packets
Love
undone turns the way upside down
Telescopes
made of love reveal the treasure
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