Knowledge
February 8, 2014 § 1 Comment
In his sleep, he turned over and inadvertently cut the cord.
The knowledge sunk in, under its own weight and drowned.
The sea swelled a bit and touched his little toe.
He felt a tickle.
It was the end.
Maybe the beginning.
He was afloat, he lay, straight.
He opened his eyes.
He felt the world within.
And the terror grew.
He closed his eyes.
And the world rested.
A cord grew, through his navel, yearning for light.
He was dreaming again.
A flower bloomed.
Knowledge was reborn.
The more you know, the more you believe.
The more you believe, the more you are lost in it.
Someday you too shall dream, like the God.
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