I was flipping the pages
My small handbook of wonder,
Asking some questions, I’m amazed
At how it all seems so crazed.
I asked of my soul, to what should I ask?
I know, will you assist me, in each task?
Here at your service,
Or am I the one in need?
Only know- it shows me, how to plant the seed.
You should know, whoever wants truth and light,
Only then will they find it by their own sight.
The entire universe is my
Exercise book
I will only need to do the math.
It is not real, but only a path.
I can color my book,
Create it how I wish –
with just an inward look
I am free to color it black,
In fear of a future attack.
I Can tear out the pages,
Put it down on the floor,
Or shall I keep it as an open door?