The Way of Wisdom

She sits with me and my way made clear                                                                                                     Whisperings, inaudible pulses reflecting upon my soul.                                                                                   Like a luminous halo invisibly suspended above my head                                                                               And, I know, even though I know do not how I know that I know.

So she is always, always right. Howbeit not in a boastful, vindictive way                                                     But rather as an explosive impulse, to which when heeded                                                                        Makes glad the soul.

She is Spirit. She is Light.