posted on Jul, 7 2011 @ 11:11 PM
Wisdom has no holders as its like fire,
It appears where the conditions are unbalanced,
So that is may burn away all that is not needed.
What grows might be what was needed,
But what was once needed surely becomes overgrown.
It is wisdom that burns away and makes space.
No race can own it for it holds no preference of colour.
Only mans ignorance fights for pigmentation.
Lost in the darkness of their own illusions.
Wisdom worries not, for it knows,
All about causes and conditions.
It is this that takes man from here to there,
Galloping in search of more of the same.
Wisdoms only message is,
When will you finish the game?
The game begins in the mind,
And ends in the same spot.
Its beliefs alone that sustain this idea.
People fool themselves that that is all there is.
Because of this they can’t let go.
This non letting go leads to more games,
Which in turn leads back to not letting go.
Eliberocelta revisited 2011