The messenger walks alone,
a solitary silhouette
against the uproar.
Truth-
a stripping away,
a release
from grasping hands.
Life-
a spiral of paradoxes,
wealthy threads unseen,
humming on notations
withheld from others.
Relationships stretch,
tense and far,
across ground of varying mind.
Wisdom spoken
in a forgotten language,
falling on ears
that cannot decipher its old script.
Misunderstood-
a loud echo,
how can they perceive
the revealed gem
when they hold only
familiar stones?
The great ones, too,
traveled this path
a lonely expanse
before the dawn
of understanding.