I entered
the inner room,
sensitively incensed
with olibanum,
lovely decorated.
It turned and
transmogrified into
a hinged cold
stone sculpture.
Not of this world
but from another
different sphere.
Handling a coiled
serpent is safer
and better than
beholding the unknown.
Getting closer,
is like touching
a strong cold
methodical machine
without a heart.
Life can be
harsh and cruel
at times and beautiful
and divinely good
at other times but
it is also always
just in it's actions,
depending on
the oscillations,
the swing and
the gyration of
the pendulum.
But the stone secret
must be kept
quietly away from
the profane.
The stone on
the mountain strolled
down with an
amazing speed at
the twilight waiting
for it's footprints
to be followed
by the wise.
For those who
walk the same
path towards the
stream of living
waters must be
the silent ones.
For silence is
the guide for
the one who
seeks to follow
the inner path.
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