THE TRUTH SEEKERS
I am trampling over
every wisdom
just to kiss the face of love.
~ Eric
Ashford
Nobody told us how to
think
or what to believe.
Or if they tried, we
didn’t listen,
busy with inner signals.
When we traveled,
we went our own way:
instead of compasses
we would simply sniff
the air
and set our own course,
finding direction
like lost animals
returning home.
Sometimes we went
whistling along
with our hands in our
pockets.
Sometimes we stumbled
over rock and rough
clay,
falling forward to our
knees,
bruising our hands.
But we always got up
and started again,
cheerful,
knowing that
what we were looking for
was waiting up ahead,
shining and beautiful,
just as we had always
pictured.
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