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Wandering


Ecclesiastes 2:14      New King James Version

14 The wise man’s eyes are in his head,

But the fool walks in darkness.

Yet I myself perceived

That the same event happens to them all.

 

Romans 11:8   New King James Version

8 Just as it is written:

“God has given them a spirit of stupor,

Eyes that they should not see

And ears that they should not hear,

To this very day.”

 

 

Where to go when you think you're there?

Arrived and secured before the end

It seems so easy to quit in facing spheres

I accept as full-filled as the truth gets bend

 

Amazing the self-chosen blindness

As it hurries down the endless slope

In search as always for some kindness

In our escape from self in the hope

 

Tumbling down from a selected mountain

That we claimed all for our own

By-passing the life-giving fountain

As we form our children, just our clone

 

Success in the eye of the beholder

An excuse hiding a hunger for admiration

Yes! Just like an overstuffed folder

Our lives disappear in complete frustration

 

Searching for self in a homemade mirror

Covering irregularities with some cosmetics

Until we find to our restless horror

That we can’t escape from self, the hectic

 

Jan Wienen

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