The Light of Knowing

And, in the blackest whirlpool’s void,
The light of knowing shines,
As in the ones who’ve been destroyed
By stepping onto mines.

And, through the tracts of time and space,
It’s always everywhere,
As in the newborn baby’s face
And that of every mare.

And, even in the darkest night,
When monsters gather round,
The constancy of knowing’s light
Shall keep you safe and sound.

It’s only when the mind forgets
We’re tangled up in life’s fine nets.

Photo by Gabriel Lamza on Unsplash

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