Mysteries
Mysteries are unpolished gems
Unapprised treasures
For a discerning collector incognito
Everyone else
Wants a piece of the pie
But he deciphers
The recipe for its fragrance
Once a year the coveted flower
Blooms in secret
He will risk his life to find it
Those who know everything
Know nothing at all
Those who know nothing
Stuff their bellies
Till they feel satisfied
Those who are unsatisfied
Set sail for a lone voyage
Mysteries are ephemeral like April mist
Fainting in the hot noon sun
Invisible to irreverent blabbers
And perennial clowns
The veil is lifted in solitude
Seek and you shall find
©2008 Dosia McKay
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Impressive fractal picture. Did you use apophysis sofware? I used it and posted some pictures on this blog: http://lupita.wordpress.com/
I don’t think it’s art, too easy to obtain effects…
Yes……insightful expression..as always……
Your feelings?
What are you searching for Dosia?
Picture is beautiful…..well done.
Alan, I suppose I am searching for wisdom right now. And you?
Dosia, I guess the same as you…wisdom, the patience to practice wisdom, and the search for my self.
Have a Great Day.