Know Thyself Inside

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Most men and women feel that utter Truth

Lies somewhere far outside them like a star

Beyond another galaxy.  A sleuth

More like a saint or prophet pierces far

And finds it.  Camouflage, confusion, fog

Obstruct the rest of us.  The vellum sheets

Attempt to help but words are holy smog.

They sound like altars’ sacrificial bleats.

Wherever in these volumes Truth is bound

It turns out it’s glossolalia for

Others near and not where God is found.

The cosmos offers blankness at its core.

  We seem to feel the Truth is deified

    And seldom simply think to look inside.

~ Phillip Whidden