Ten Thousand Moons...

Ten thousand moons have come and gone,
ten million and more yet to pass...
under them, man standing naked, alone
until he learns well and at last

that he is not now, nor ever will be
the tantamount life form on earth;
that true greatness lies in things he can't see,
by all-knowing Hands given birth.

Powers eluding man's questioning mind,
keenly sought to be made his own;
his prying eyes to their sovereignty blind ~
their rightful Possessor unknown.

In sheer simplicity answers abide,
hidden away in plain sight...
waiting for man to set ego aside
and bask in an unchallenged Light.

Learning within its warm, peace-filled glow
suffering and pain in due time
will pass, and their purpose he will soon know,
his destiny finally divined.

Ten thousand moons have come and gone,
how many more, unrepentant?
'Til we fuse our souls with those of the throngs...
at peace and in that, resplendent.

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