Question Nothing

QUESTION NOTHING

Question nothing of your fate

When gilded stars stream witches’ blood,

When magpies prick behind the ferns,

When bitter loves are tombed in mud.

Acquiesce in gratitude

If moistened eyes meet glaciers’ paths,

If wings are gifted for a jaunt,

If sleeping beasts are roused for laughs.

Hunt for silence in yourself

Where oceans crash with cores of fire,

Where urchins feed on shafts of sun,

Where oysters with their pearls conspire.

Emulate a prism's show

For flood waters will rise and fall,

For devils cannot stomp too long,

For glory’s found in knowing all.

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