"Nosce Te Ipsum," Whispers My Soul

How may I look, and see?
How may I listen, and hear?
How may I feel, and know?
How may I comfort my weary soul?
How may I discern truth? 
How may I be guided by wisdom? 
How may I sing praise to THE ONE? 
How may I give my best? 
How may I conquer my worst? 
How may I be a light in the darkness? 
How may I reflect the glory of the Sun?
“Nosce te ipsum,” whispers my soul.



When you hold in your hand
A hardcover book,
As you sit by the side
Of a quaint mountain brook,

When the world is revealed
Within each sacred page,
When great secrets are told
Of the spirit of our age,

When the Logos hath risen
And the Way is revealed,
When Alignment is found
And the Soul has been healed,

You’ll be glad that you read
This strange book of our time,
And you’ll cherish these words
That brought Wisdom, sublime. 

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