Where does it lie, the truth? Is the secret held by the serpent in the river? Perhaps the ocean with its hidden depth May hold the key below its shimmering water.
It is said the sage in the mountain With his third eye can see things In his reservoir, beyond the reach of men Here in the repository of wisdom and knowledge My search may end if I crawl to the edge And see the light in the dark well.
The old man in a remote village Holds court in his hut every evening Known as the Oracle for his vision People flock to him such is his acumen His eyes glint, the sardonic smile mocks me When I ask him for an answer.
The answer! He laughs out aloud It is where you least expect to find The wall of truth is all around you Its encompassing power overwhelms the few Who seek an answer to the great mystery.
The mystery is not much of a story. Look in the inner recesses of your mind Close your eyes, cast your inhibitions aside Guided by an inner light, you're ready to receive The truth is upon you, treat it with care Hunger is not enough, you must show thirst Immerse yourself in it, embrace it with your might.
Keep your palms closed, safe are your hands Side by side, the truth and future lie juxtaposed In custody of truth I tremble and shiver, Alone and in pain, overcome by fear. Truth is dispersed all around me, filling the air Etched in the palm of my hand It is laid bare, so pure and rare'..
