Treasure in truth~ humility

Found by majesty

on high I was , still and alone
And oh! the mountains I have climed!, and from their peaks my eyes set, poised so perfectly and I did gaze upon their counterparts of no meaning

Freedom, I have held in a glass that I have drank myself, until I was with A  comfortable slumber, only to awaken unto an empty cup,
With a thirst unquenchable to follow, and I have a need,...
A greed for only more

With eyes wide open,
I have prevailed in my travels,

into all of the darkened and hidden places in earnest and I was filled with  wonder 

and I have gazed upon the darkness therein by the corners  there in which they did hide

And there found a light that was great as an answer to all, if  any, and there was only one,

The angle of light as the one truth, and it was set just before me, just within the reach of me, at an arms length and there I was found, standing with hope, only to busy my hands idly, automatic and without reason

Confusion was found also, there, where I stood,  in the dark looking on towards the light and I was with the unknown company of fear,

but i left it untouched, and it was there, just within my own arms reach, in the light,  where the darkness itself cannot be

And as my gaze had turned away from all thought, the darkness crept into extinction and I saw a vision so clear

So brilliant in form as none and without a sound, nor was it taken prisoner by a shape or set in a cetrain place but with me

As a symbol of strength a pillar,

In the occupied space of a man,  there, as he was and before me he stood with my own given name, as  a stranger before me, unmoved and without repentance

I was quickly unknown and I became the uncertain, never had I thought to even consider the question to ask,
Nor its answer had I desired to know, for I had no knowledge of my own mans seeking and for what, or even for

I only knew by my quick fading sight where I was.

fading to blindness in my place of standing but even still I knew it not, nor entertained I a purpose in the why of the where that I was

I only knew that i did exist to be purposed for a matter supposed, but for what?

Here,  I stand as an anchor, without a motion in mind where I stood, only having thoughts that were cold, alive with confusion and unmoved, and without reason and I was without an answer, 

 I still knew not of a question to ask,

For i was just a man, alone,  in the dark, unkempt and looking at the light, not understanding, and with eyes made of glass,  once as wide open and fixed as it was, it too was there, just within arms reach of the man of himself,  progregressively loosing his sight, 

with hands that are idle, in a mind that I had not known, in a mind that was busied 
and in a mind that I had not ever even known that was with me, and I was left without a reason, as I sat in wonder of the idle man before me, and I opened my own eyes, of the silence  I saw,

That uI too, was fast fading to blind as I busied my own hands of no reason, and became that idle man

With all of  my questions unanswered,
 unknowing in their place and i, i was standing still, and with no silence broken, my heart only cracked in my chest and I felt a life

without a thought to continue, 

as I gazed upon my own counterparts of no meaning

For i am just a man,
Not unlike any other.

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