When we touch the profound,
when insight shows us the inner world
laid out as plain as day,
all is at our feet.
But the day after, how to find our way back?
When thoughts steal the place of insight with recorded memory,
skilled yes, we have learned,
but bereft of insight,
which moves ever onward
like a star pointing to the heavens,
we must do what we did before,
to find it again –
and then again,
it will be memory.


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