A/N: Written for the 31_days challenge, May 08 2013, prompt: the beauty of confession.
And the last two lines were a reference to Saffron from the Rondo trilogy by Emily Rodda. She could only answer questions so she had to wait until someone asked her the right question.
The Gates of Truth
.
The gates of Truth aren't opened
in full by the seeker of knowledge
but the child
that can see their shortcomings
in an ignorant world.
.
I am not an insolvable puzzle
but a puzzle that has never been solved.
The answer exists,
as clear as your nose even
but perhaps it is in your blind spot
because to pass it all too often by
and offer instead gold
as a bribe
or blood
for a contract bound.
.
I am a gate.
Dynamic perhaps,
but a gate nonetheless.
What use do I have for blood?
Or butterflies?
Or invaluable metal?
I am not human.
I do not need life
nor death.
I am but one thing. A gate.
.
Even the number one is relative.
One is all,
all is one.
That is the philosophy
of hundreds of years of practiced alchemy
but even before that, of life.
Can you then, not see the Truth?
Can you not see me?
.
Only one person has found me out,
cast the veil aside
amidst the ignorance
of the world.
And maybe he was just lucky.
He stood by my doors four times -
the number of death -
before figuring it out.
.
All is one.
One gate for all?
Not at all.
.
A gate needs only a key to open it.
I gave you knowledge.
So what do I want in return?
Why don't you tell me?
Or shall I settle back into the water beyond my gate
and wait for it to come to me?