Beneath my windows
I found your footprints there
Saw when you turned
and paused, and where
Glacial resistance
so distant and aloof
Attached to your detachment
For silence speaks the proof
What could you See
in what you read
if you assumed the meaning
of everything I've said
You searched the words
but cannot know
of what or why they speak
Only when you dare to climb
can you ever reach the peak
The Path of Life has always been
slippery and steep
If fear of truth is what you sow
then that is what you'll reap

I actually find it quite gratifying when a commenter presents a perfect, instructive example to prove the truth of what I have written







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How funny.
I appreciate your endorsement.









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