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