in
ignorance
and more
in
ignorance of one’s own ignorance
there is a
perfect bliss
the bliss
of a tortoise
inside her
secured, secluded shell!
in
ignorance
nothing is
ever complex
for all are
too simple
and for all
one has a
simple answer: God’s Will
surfacing
from the shallow waves
on that sea
of ignorance!
but drown
me, O my Master
in the
depth of the ocean, the confusion
that is
generated
from the
multitude
of the
multifaceted truth
or in that
drowning, that death
there is,
for sure, my bliss
my own
restlessness!
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