8. Knowledge

God know what lies

behind the curtain,

outside the door,

around the next corner,

over the thin bridge,

at the end of the tunnel.

I spend a lifetime walking

through the gaps,

up the mountains,

down the valleys.

Over the last ocean,

on the edge of the north wind,

gateways become familiar.

Above the skies,

near the quarters of the moon,

by the mansions of the sun,

out past every star,

beyond the abyss,

I go on

passing through.