Attaining the Pansophic
Attaining the Pansophic

Here in me
A spring of conviction
One heart of a feather
At the thrust of a spear
Suspended in contemplation
From an infinity of foliage

Where hours turn to years
In the nine days to enlightenment
Now committed to stone
At the bottoms of forgotten lakes
A surface of still reflections
Untouched by the breath of the sky

It was by these waters
That I sat thirstily
And felt the omnipotence
Rush through my being

All

Here in me
The fate of all the ages
I witnessed its weaving
Through a vision impaired
A loss that I cannot grieve
For now I can truly see