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Nov 2011
Wayward
Well I found it no where a little slice of life between here and some place it’s a tad blue well any way the
Blocks are they fit so tightly it’s the best really it goes so well with the remoteness although it does lead
To Burgeoning streets with a used book store tucked away discreetly with a cozy built in the feel of old
Knowledge just brooding under the rafters you can walk down the shelves with finger tips sliding down
The books you can run the gambit of Centuries it s like you have crossed a boundary unseen have elves
Created this Place one section marked wonder the next expectation another adventure you are in the
Mode Brooding swelling a rich gloating as you press further into the darkening walls that rise and fall in
Shaded Order the books take on the look of a city sky line that can be found the world over even the
Floor has been constructed of the most perfect wood do you feel the forest do you feel and see paths
That lead to a sun lit glen a perfect tree awaits set lean back take a nap then from your soft supple
Leather bag take out one of your favorite books and start to read immeasurable pleasure interjects
Mixes with all the Imagined sights and sounds your brought back to the present your ear hears awes
Coming from a child you move closer you see he has taken the first steps into the ever delightful
Cavernous endless life Found Within the covers of books every whim appetite all the hunger for
Knowledge rich beyond Compare stimulation on any and all subjects is harnessed bridled given free
Reign your life dark by Circumstances open the covers to spilling dazzling light never be discouraged all
The heroes of the ages Stand and wait for your call to them they march through each page they cover
Every cry disappointment you can avoid pitfalls see how they faced danger out witted trouble that surly
Had them defeated yes the end of nowhere is where the beginning of somewhere starts what is so great
you can find this in the most quiet desolate places you can be all alone feel forgotten have no clue then you
Stubble on such a find that its origins are truly divine wisdom knowledge passes through barriers of
Stupidity greed Selfishness it honors the one who finds this treasure then mines it with earnest
Appreciation gives it stringent application you will find emptiness is forced out and glory and true
Knowing has readily entered an empty vessel you are an asset to any and all and worth the find enjoy
The trip to Enlightenment
Written by
Hal Loyd Denton  Pana Ill
(Pana Ill)   
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