Here truly is
an Israelite
in whom
there’s
no deceit.

What truths
did you
discover,
my disciple..
on your
pilgrimage
to the fig
tree?

The less
I own..
The less
there is
to hold
its power
over me..
to bind.

Whichever
fruits fall freely
on my head
shall not be
easily misled..
The Ones
who seek me..
verily myself
shall find.

As for The Ones
who choose
to stray..
may they find
peace
in free fall unto
other people’s
heads one day.

The coiling snake
may only
find its peace in
chasing
its own tail..
The One
that trails behind it.
As for the rest..
what doesn’t matter
tends to also
never mind me.