Monday, March 14, 2011

Searching

Truth manifests itself to
the ones who love
truth.
--Kierkegaard
I thumb back and forth
as if all is at stake,

a miner in a rush
to pan his fortune once for all.

Yet the essence of truth
is manifest, overflowing,

like the scent of gardenias
carried on by every little breeze,

like flecks of gold delighting
every wondering child.

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