I want reverence and paradise.
I attest to formerly
Conspiring to become a sage.
Chastise me you might,
But observe the foible,
It is not idiosyncratic of me.
Sages are misinterpreted by many
As models to be emulated
For the sake of love and happiness.
The real sage is the seasoning
To be incorporated from
Rebel Truth's fecund message.
You, the seasonal visitor,
Let go of your habitual luggage,
And traverse the transit.
Originally written 9/27/11
Revised 10/21/14
(c) 2014 Brandon Antonio Smith
Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 3:13 PM UTC
I want reverence and paradise.
I attest to formerly
Conspiring to become a sage.
Chastise me you might,
But observe the foible,
It is not idiosyncratic of me.
Sages are misinterpreted by many
As models to be emulated
For the sake of love and happiness.
The real sage is the seasoning
To be incorporated from
Rebel Truth's fecund message.
You, the seasonal visitor,
Let go of your habitual luggage,
And traverse the transit.
Originally written 9/27/11
Revised 10/21/14
(c) 2014 Brandon Antonio Smith
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