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G.R. Gaus

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Enlightenment


Who am I to speak of this?
Certainly have no degree,
No résumé to teach of bliss,
Or divine words to decree.

Seeking for the knowing one,
Years he’s passed me by,
Sunrise through the setting sun,
He must have heard my cry.

Who am I to think this thought?
Why not just stand in line,
All the waste I’ve been taught,
It’s not in my design.

Seeking for the knowing one
With wisdom in his heart,
To listen to his gifted tongue,
His knowledge to impart.

Who am I to find my truth?
Or wonder why we’re here?
Somewhere in my tender youth,
I learned of mortal fear.

Quit seeking for the knowing one,
For he’s buried deep inside,
Waiting for my life undone,
To complete and coincide.

Who am I to accept myself?
The way I’ve always been,
Endless books stacked on the shelf,
Couldn’t tell me what’s within.

Those seeking for the knowing one,
Might find a better way,
Tomorrow’s endless rerun,
Leads them farther yet astray.

Who am I to give such advice?
I’ll tell my story true,
Always something there to entice,
No substance to ensue.

Submitted: Monday, April 08, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, October 09, 2013

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The day you stop searching is the day you’re found.

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