A poem

Photo by Laurenz Kleinheider on Unsplash

The summits are scaled not by incessant climbing
But by covering the burrows.

The breadth of experience ensnares with interest
The depth of experience liberates sans interest

Defining with words, I struggled to circumscribe the infinite
Playing with words, I joyfully circumvent within the infinite

Clothed in opinion, I was buried in mud
Naked and unbridled, I was kissed by the sun

The sunshine at the summit, needs the fuel of the shadow
As the ego burns out, the light bursts forth

Naive and tired, I spoke incessantly
Wise and energized, I speak in silence

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