Zulfiqar, 40

I learned to look into the well of Self

But what did I learn?

A face, perfectly reflected, gazed back at me,

Its eyes, its questing gaze, the true reflection of my own,

And though I begged aloud for knowledge

No voice ever answered from the well.

I undertook a journey

Which took me high upon the cliffs

Towering above the narrow cut

Which holds the well of Self.

Last night I tried to look into the well again

But I was so far away

That all I saw looking back at me

Was the dark, blank face of the abyss.

Still, I stared into it

All night long, silently, filled with desire;

I stared until my eyes teared and burned

And my vision blurred.

What came to me finally

Out of the chasm was a voice:

Small, mocking, cool and ironic, it asked:

"Yes? Did you want something?"

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