“In the silence, a wordless tongue yet sings, echoes the unspoken insight of kings.” - Joe Loomis

Reflection 6

In days of old, beneath the vault of sky,
A seeker rose with a heart held high.
From the dark undercity to the mountain peak,
For the High One's wisdom, his spirit did seek.

Through the city's maze, his steps did thread,
Past temples where the pious openly tread.
Adorned in holy garb, they outwardly shone,
Yet behind the disguise, no virtue was known.

Their voices in chorus, His name they did sing,
Yet hollow the echo, no truth to the ring.
In the halls of the sacred, he sought for a sign,
Only to find shadows, where no morals align.

Requests for the High One, met only with scorn,
From the city's embrace, he was swiftly torn.
With ambition tested, yet undeterred,
To lands forgotten, his journey spurred.

In the wild's embrace, where life and death entwine,
The seeker felt the earth's pulse, divine.
Trees stood sentinel, beasts roamed free,
In their silent order, perhaps stood the key.

Upon his path, a companion found,
Together they searched, their ambition unbound.
Working together to pay what was due,
Until betrayal split their world in two.

Tainted trust, of all faith devoid,
A solit’ry figure, his efforts destroyed.
Yet from the ashes of treachery's sting,
He sought wisdom's solace, the ultimate thing.

A town proclaimed, "The High One is here!"
He paid his dues, hope tinged with fear.
Before a monument, his soul laid bare,
His answer, silent dead eyes stare.

Back to the wilds, where thoughts run clear,
By babbling brook, he shed his fear.
In nature's stillness, solitude’s creed,
From worldly cares, his heart was freed.

Betrayal granted vision, now clear and keen,
Rejection, the resilience of a four-man team.
In the silence, a wordless tongue yet sings,
Echoes the unspoken insight of kings.

The High One's wisdom, not found but earned,
Through the undertaking, ancient truths discerned.
A nod to the heavens, greeting the divine,
Grateful for a life so beautifully designed.