Silent brook

original poetry

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I interrogated myself
To find the root
Of uncertainty
.
There was a moss-grown compass
Unfunctional with tender accumulation,
Soft with the disappointments of life:
I cleared it off to show the vectors.
.
Over the peak I went, and into the
Canyon: walking through the walls
Of time to find quiescence.
.
I command silence
& listen to the curving brook
That carries the energy of life;
It shows me the way to understanding.
.
Beneath the inquiry
I found innocence;
The accusation
Dissolved into
Bliss.

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