At the Museum of Silence
- GODSAVEME
- Jun 30
- 1 min read
Poem no. 24, 30th June 2025
At the museum of silence,
the initiate calls upon his muse,
for the sages shall have revealed:none may delve into the Sun
without first offering his own Heart
as a manuscript of incandescent verse.
At the museum of silence,
the apostle knocks at the foot of the wall.
The muse has become the initiator.
And those who dig will always awaken,
for the awakened will pierce the golden sun with their gaze,
in honour of the land that nurtures.
At the museum of silence,
writings are consciousness.
Ink seals itself like a letter
amidst the palms of the initiate and his muse,
for the one who becomes a student
renders legible all that the world once kept in silence.
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