KNOWLEDGE SEEKER:                                                                                           

These ancient ruins,
do you have the authority?                                                                       

To teach plainly
freedom and equality                                                                              

You show us ancient
states, let us peer at their mistakes                                         

Through the windows of
these crumbling bricks, that once were palace gates                                                             

Where once were grand galleries, now just silent death                                                       

kings and slaves alike
both are buried flesh.                                                                 

Gold and spices were
traded here, for the finest silks known to man                                                                      

And learned men traded ideas through books written hand                                           

Here, grand galleries
and sculptures used to stand                                                        

All easily washed
away, like footprints in the sand.                                                  

This is ugly to my
eyes, but stimulating to my meditation                                                  

I wonder, is this the
fate of our Nation?                                                        

I wonder what is wrong
with us? Why do we blame creation?                                                                               

How
could a god that only creates be the source of devastation?                                                                      

The stars have not changed their course, nor the earth its motion                                                                                  

And pride always predates a fall and the worst commotion                                                                             

The universe was
governed by laws, before the pens of men                                                                                       

These crumbling ruins stand as testimony defending them                                                

Does fate author
destruction? Or that our law is corruption?                                           

That causes the cities
of men, to be turned to nothing                                                    

As I sit in these
crumbling bricks, pondering crumbling wits                                                                                       

Filled
with a sudden mix of questions, needing another fix                                         

Here appears the
genius that I’ve seen in my mind                                                      

Like a guiding spirit
or intuition personified                                                                   

Oh dear genius, please
tell me the source                                                                   

What is the wellspring
from which fortune and misfortune are born?                                                                            

Why is it that war famine and death visit people in turns?                                                    

But still we never
learn. It seems we’ll forever burn.                                                 

Then the genius spoke
to me and said

GENIUS:                                                                                                                      

Dear disciple of
truth. Wisdom is the fruit                                                                      

You can only know
what's true if you examine the root                                                

Peace and happiness
visit the home built from the bricks of justice                                                                              

And the throne that is built from the same, is never ever rusted                                                                                      

So rise above your senses young one it’s a must

KNOWLEDGE SEEKER:                                                                                             

Then the genius
reached out and the top of my head, touched                                                                                    

In an instant my perception changed, no longer imprisoned                                        

Within my flesh, I had
some kind of out of body experience                                                  

A bright red flame
severed the ties holding me to the ground                

I floated up above the
earth and I was looking down 

But to me earth appeared to me a barren
object, grey and smooth 

If I did not know better, I would have
thought it was the moon                                       

The
genius touched my head once more and transformed my vision                                                      
                               

I
could see as clear as a hawk now, with the same precision                                                                                      

 I could see the great mass that we call the ocean                                                            

So strange that
we call I the earth, when it is water mostly.