The Wise One
Book Two:Awakening
Arc Two
Over the Edge
Your fate is unkind
If I had a heart
It would be yours
You have suffered
If I could love
I would love your courage
You can't seem to breathe
If I had lungs
I would save you
You can't scream for help
But I need no ears
I can rescue you
We're poised on the edge
If we had feet
We would jump now
We're hoping for more
If we had dreams
We'd live in them
We stop and we start
If we had wings
We'd have no obstacles
We fight to be free
With our little faith
We are awakening
"When he whom I love travels with me, or sits a long while holding me by the hand,
When the subtle air, the impalpable, the sense that words and reason hold not, surround us and pervade us,
Then I am charged with untold and untellable wisdom—I am silent—I require nothing further,
I cannot answer the question of appearances, or that of identity beyond the grave;
But I sit or walk indifferent—I am satisfied
He ahold of my hand has completely satisfied me."
Of the Terrible Doubt of Appearances — Walt Whitman
