Essence of the sage
Balance to blind intelligence
Giving sight beyond the eyes and heart
The holders of wisdom are rarest of all forms
For false sages speak believing they hold the keys
But their words of thought are hollowed by a biased mind
The true wise-ones speak for all and hope to change the world
But for all their acts to help the world, they are too easy to encage
Pinned beneath the thumb of one who wants their influence for their own
(Entry for Ranting Papizilla poetry month)




Love the triangle shape. Cool.
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Thanks. That was harder than writing the actual poem. π
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True words. The Triforce poems are my absolute favorites! π
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Thanks. π
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