in the beginning:
a man of faith looked up and a man of science looked down…
both were too busy defending the truth they found…
but would have seen the same thing in another way had they only looked around.
You appeared, smack dab in the middle of a story. You appeared right where the plot is at its thickest and yet, amazingly, are ALREADY the main character. Amidst old friends who seem different and new strangers who seem familiar; surrounded by a recognizable landscape you’ve never seen before. You accept it.
Then suddenly, you hear your name being whispered with screeches of cynicism, as your alarm clock reminds you that it was all a dream.
Seeking starts with understanding we don’t really comprehend;
A decision beginning the process of perceiving what’s at ends.
Many pros and cons will follow one’s conclusion to commence;
And the choice appears more shallow the deeper one descends.
The truth resides within the lies; where belief & doubt suspend;
Forever united in the division and the agreement to contend.
It hides between one and zero, while oddly even forming ten;
A key to freedom releasing a feeling which leashes us again.
It may seem positively negative based on previous pretense;
Until we feel rightfully wronged once enriched by being spent.
We open new eyes & old wounds; we bleed so we can mend;
It takes those ups & downs to see the peaks & valleys blend.
Each mission is similarly different – but the anomalies will trend;
As we discover strength in weakness we had easily condemned.
Once we put the quest in question, it means that truth impends;
The meaning is straight forward, and it is just around the bend.
The final click comes in time, but we need relinquish “When?”
For us to see how far we’ve come before we leave again.
