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My mind once travelled upon the journey to unravel the beginning
I jumped into the path; behold a bottomless ditch, still, I persist
I travelled along the road of emptiness, no company, no envoy
Still, I persist, I must see the ONE who before I was said to Exist


I saw Stars, shinning in their brightness, their dust filled the path
Still, I persist, I must unravel the beginning
The beginning that formed me, if thou wouldest not show me all, least show me a pinch
Still, I persist, the mind was pacing at a speed never yet seen


I must see THEE who raineth on the just and the unjust
HE Who shineth the brightest star in our realm upon all men
I must see the beginning, so I rode upon the Stallion of the mind, pacing on the smoothest of grounds
No end yet still I persist, I must see the beginning, my inquisitive mind thirsted


I flashed back as far as I can
Wanted to touch the moment I was formed
That I should recollect the instance I was thrown across
Still no end, but yet, I persist


I reached for the deep waters, to search beneath; probably I would get the beginning
When the Monsters where moulded and even before then, when I was yet conceived in the mind
The Mind of the ONE called Mighty than all, transcendent into ALMIGHTY
Yet I saw no clue in sight, still I persist


I hoped on, I could get HIM; the mind said, then I will inquire of the mysteries
Yes, of seeming imperfection around me that yet reveals perfection
Of Great, small and little complexities all over
Yet I met no one on that road, though it is smooth and I rode on the stallion of the Mind


Then I was a step into absolute meaninglessness,
I turned my stallion 
We had better go back
This beginning is painstaking yet Searchless!!!!


Bolaji Olaniba (2019)



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