After decades of exploration, discovering
I still stand at the shore
of intellectual knowledge
before an unfathomable sea of the mystical
There are no maps for the land
my mind's eye is fixed upon
Instead a trail of wrecked ships
mark this treacherous path
To guide me, a willful star
whose light dims if, briefly,
I happen to turn away—
and that glows brighter
when my heart's aflame.
Each venture is a new beginning,
a raid on the inarticulate, a poet said.
©Yahia Lababidi
This is my entry for Day 42 of 