The Path: Poetry


These corridors teach with their silence,
hallowed and reverent in language;
the books rest upon the path like 
glittering candles shining with expectation

In the end, there are just the words:
sanctified lyrical teachings left for 
the discerning mind
that beckon not to tarry

So mark your trail with mental breadcrumbs
and remember the route by heart
to avoid getting lost in the labyrinth 
from which the mind may never return.

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