The Seekers
“Let’s
talk about it all, this single world, this infinitely small, yet infinitely big
region of infinite regions.
Let’s
talk about all excuse are over, the knowledge is available for any who seek it,
We are in
a period of seekers
Seekers of
what you may ask?
Seekers
of Truth
As one of
seeking, as you the reader must be, for if not would not
Have arrived
here,
We
wonder,
About the
people who do not seek
This is
an illusion,
All
beings seek Truth,
Some are
not aware
Those who
are, are said to have enlightenment,
And
become the entirety of peace”
-
Kody Ray Dibble
The Pavilion
When we
name this pavilion
And tell
the world of our squables with the wild field,
The air
tingles away from the blames made by our guild
Separating
the stumps made for our reunion.
During
our dark moments in marshes and mud,
A light
had pursued 'Her'; glinted away from famines:
Fondness
of the hungered hearts of past steps and promising comings.
And this
left us pilfering akin souls when our hearts were glad.
If the
world still had anything new from 'Her' four corners
She would
have wounded this pavilion at the ends across
Leaving
the squealing men to also wallow in their mighty loss
But 'She'
had sadly given out all 'Her' honors.
Our
treasures lost through causes also lost
Linger on
in this pavilion not well from hence
Like
serpents in a field of serpents
So we
wait haplessly from our own doors.
-
Emmanuel Acheampong
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