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The Book of Truth

- The Book of Truth -

Part One: Seeker and Stair

A man there was, a seeker worldly and proud...
Who wished to learn all there was to be known.
And so, he set out beneath mountain and cloud,
Hoping, for some miraculous vision to be shown.
And in the distant orient, ancient since posterity,
He found a valley set apart, and so we do begin!
There, did a fair immortal people live in austerity,
Pious to gods without names, bereft of any sin...
And so the seeker walked amongst the lost folk,
Learning their ways and their language obscure.
Dwelling thus for a time and taking up their yolk,
He found some peace upon that secretive shore.
But in his breast did burn the fire to learn much...
And so he asked questions no one could answer.
His desire grew intolerable as time passed; such,
That old questions ate away his will like a cancer.
In this distress, the people directed him to walk...
A path no mortal had dared in all that generation.
Up stairs hewn in cliff and rock as white as chalk,
So went the seeker, with mounting desperation!

Part Two: A Silent Domain

The modern world, he had left behind long past...
Disgusted with the evils that abound, oft unseen.
And into the world of spiritual things he was cast,
An outsider in a strange land, an oddity obscene.
By this time, he saw an ancient city upon a ledge,
Having ascended the white stairs to behold this...
A silent domain, surrounded by evergreen hedge,
In the mountains where monks sought their bliss.
He called out, but no human voice answered back,
Only the wind in mockery of living vocal utterance.
As evening fell, and all the sky was turning black...
The seeker found his way unto the city's entrance.
Therein, as snow beat on broken cobbled streets,
He spied the tallest spires of a temple so glorious!
Even in ruin, its' splendor beset by snowy sheets,
That structure seemed alive, and almost porous...
Pulsing to the touch with its' heartbeat so distinct.
The only living thing in this place long abandoned,
Any inhabitants of which were all inhuman, extinct.
The seeker's knock on the ivory door was random!

Part Three: Keeper and Tome

That bone-like portal parted, the seeker entered...
Walking along corridors of smooth, polished stone.
His breath labored from his climb, so thickly vented,
That it sent puffs from his mouth, with a tiny moan.
All hallways seemed to lead in the same direction...
Higher and higher up the central spire he did tread.
The place was wearing at him like a heavy affliction,
But the seeker was determined, despite any dread.
At last he stood in a circular room, small and lofty...
Wherein was a raised dais and a pedestal thereon.
A book was chained to the pedestal, almost craftily,
With red leather that burned to the touch as a sun!
He could, therefore, never hope to open that tome.
Yet he was not alone, sensing a presence nearby...
A woman in silk as golden-hued as a minaret dome,
Impervious to the cold air, with a demeanor so shy.
She asked the seeker if he sought the final secret...
For all the wisdom of creation itself was in the book.
He said that he did, and she placed his palms on it,
Cooling it so it could open, allowing them to so look!

Part Four: Wisdom of Creation

The seeker gazed upon the pages, seeing nothing...
Only a single image inscribed upon every single page.
A heart made from a male and a female that did sing,
And not a word to be found, much to the man's rage.
Nothing, he screamed, nothing at all is so contained,
Within this forbidden tome that now lay open wide...
But the lady corrected him, her wisdom preordained:
'Within these pages are all the gods have to confide.
We have nothing more to offer, nothing left to teach!'
The seeker studied the image, weeping in frustration.
He could not find the meaning, even as he did reach...
And thus it was denied him, the final ecstatic elation,
Open to all who know that love is the hidden wisdom.
The lady bade the seeker look into her face, at once...
And there was all the serenity of a heavenly kingdom.
He fainted at this vision of glory, and passed on thus,
Back to the earthly domains where his journey began.
Only then, did he realize what it was he had to learn!
Love is all the gods want for us; no matter what land,
No matter what people, we all for love's sake do burn.
Written by Kou_Indigo (Kara L. Pythiana-Ashton)
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