The Oblivion of Knowing: Poetry

I was once a Calla Lily
dying in landlocked waters,
tossed ashore by many waves
that crested along the expansive waters
where Silence used to walk

But then I found the Riddles,
little clandestine secrets
partially cloaked in their own shadows
with all the laughter of the Five Elements
sewn into their hues

Then came the Silence
that amplified the Voice within,
into a phantom wavelength, 
a maturation of literary grapes
from the Winter Garden

In this split-second Eon,
Awareness sighed within me as 
I stood under the Sacred Archway
holding the Scroll in my right hand
and the Key in my left

With open eyes,
I slid into the Oblivion of Knowing:
Freedom.


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