Mystery School

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A blind man, slowly learning sight,
moth like fluttering toward the light.
A child teetering on wobbly legs,
stumble but learning to walk anyway.
Wisdom is an elusive master,
try to catch it, it runs faster.
Yet, i’m on the mystery trail,
trying to peak behind the veil.
And though i attend the mystery school,
i often feel like one more fool.
My path is a long and twisted one,
i don’t even know where it begun.
Where it ends is further away,
depending on how i choose today.
Try to live for peace and love,
heaven is here now, not above.
A deaf man who starts hearing sound,
at first perceives only the loud.
A babe still at it’s mother’s breast,
and believes it’s taste to be the best.
But so many flavors to perceive,
reluctantly, we all must leave,
to taste the world. All her sorrow,
so we’re wiser come tomorrow.
So much more to seak and know,
so i learn and where by grow.
I am the blindman, deaf man too,
but slowly i am finding truth.
Do you know what? Strength i see
in us all, because we are free.
So i search, always seeking more,
and i keep trying to open doors.

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