#4238 poetry

photo: Santorini, for the sun to rise, it has to had gone down first.

Each time I believed

I was arriving in the light of wisdom,

my eyes would squint

and a dark path would appear

beneath the branches of my beliefs;

it demanded that I follow it,

it said « to dispel ignorance »

one must go to the other shore

I hesitated and trembled,

but eventually followed it

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