Wanderer, have sought
to find truth
Spared time waiting
for the walls which separate
the heart from his soul to vanish.
He has climbed unto
the hills and mountains,
Walked unto the
deserted remote distances.
Nay, have the horizon
met you at once?
How can one be indeed
near unless he be far?
Descend and soothe
your thirst with wine
And quench your hunger with bread.
Have you not found a
truth, or that the truth
You knowest need has
blinded you already?
To such men you should
say:
Truth hides not the
summits of the mountains
Not in the vastness
of the oceans
Nor in the sleeping
deserted lands
Not behind the
heights of immense sky
Truth lies only in
every ones heart.
Where the Spirit of
God sleep peacefully upon the wind
Till the
needs of the least cries. By: Genesis M. Auza
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