The Nous of Wisdom knows itself,
and knows of something more
which lies beyond the reach of things,
right at the very core
of all the things that come to be
ripples on the temporal sea.
Let it not then be a chore
to go in search of so much more
than symbols that erect a bar
to the gold which lies within the jar.
A Butterfly will flutter by
not caring of its name,
while those that name the stars on high
no greater sup attain
of the twinkling in the night sky
or music in the brain;
nor warmer in the sunshine’s rays
or wetter in the rain.
And where a word encroaches
upon the senses field
no greater truth, or wisdom,
can e’er such naming yield.
And near will any Codex
written, signed and sealed,
release such inner secrets
as when the nature is revealed.
Fill not the mind with clutter
beyond the call of need,
but leave a space for nourishment
for that inner magic seed;
the Divine Spark of Nous within,
which makes creation dance, and sing.
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