These ancient pathways I walk,
The directness of them.
The evolutionary stages of my kind
The indirectness of some.
I'm wont to become the Wise man
I was in previous lifetimes
So these questions in my head
Could be answered by him.
He could reason with the animal in me
That bays only under cloak of drink,
Scars the rest of me
And disintegrates my entire being, slowly.
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I wish for once in a lifetime,
That profoundness and clarity
Came to me holistically.
Trembled the inner branches of my tree.
Silenced the animal that speaks to me.
So that the locus of my soul,
Could form my own personal ideology.
I'd never bend an ear in the direction of suggestion.
I could rely solely on the whispers
Of the eternal me.
Blended into the cosmic light
Bathed in the truth of sanctity.
It's easier to divide this lifetime into infinite lifetimes
And separate yourself to many forms, to give answers.
Yet, by being undone, we miss that which is.
The clarity of simplicity,
Cannot be temporal ecstasy.
Can only be
The bellow of infinity.
