Dead give away

how wise is my wisdom

to keep it to myself

 

if it is not to give to someone else

to carry the torch igniting the way

 

through my time I gave too much away

leaving not much but words to say

 

drawing a treasure map

to a secret hideaway

 

it can be found

not too far away through

 

prayer and meditation

silently still and mind penetration

 

catch fire and allow the flames

to consume the toxic waste

 

covering the floor of a dark tomb

to walk on sandy shores

 

where the tidal waves hit hard

knocking you down

 

to rise with the sun

the sun that neither rises nor sets

 

a piece that the

time zones gave away

 

so much truth to

we learn something new

everyday

 

a role that wisdom has to play