Category II: Discovering the Absolute

Silhouettes line the horizon, silent
As the wind on the most tranquil of days,
Patiently waiting to be ascertained
Forever nebulous until the end
Ever so hungry for truth, we close in
Across the desolate fields of ruin,
Marching on in the midst of temptation,
The serpent hissing at its abolition

Plagues befall mankind and shatter its faith
Convoluting the answers that await
Tempests and floods breed a chasm so vast
Blinding us to the false images cast

Draining the majesty of both mind and soul, it grows
Like a disease, this storm of falsity persists
To instill the feelings of others, and rob us of our own

Totalitarian darkness washes over the earth
But intuition will light the path and precipitate wisdom's birth

Now, with all cultural constraints removed
Nothing remains but the truth, absolute
Luminous forms adorn once dark landscapes
What a magnificent day to escape!

By way of light, we discover the absolute