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The Key - Prose

Updated on April 13, 2012

The key
Opens no door
Reveals no mind
No spoken word
No belief or faith

The mystery
Remains as so
With no need for human reflection
As the illumination
Within the soul
Directs shadows
Towards the false witness
That lines the walls
Of grey-mattered egoism
Selfish points on a map
Guiding those who are interested
Toward my greatness

But is that not what I speak of?
There is no greatness
And the key knows this

What insight exists
When every utterance is challenged?
When fishes and loaves are not produced?
When water remains water?
When bread and wine are not body or blood?

Who can say what they heard?
Who can describe what they see?
When those who saw
Were unable to tame their fears
As it led them to hide in shame
When those who did not see
Were unable to tame their courage
As it led them to their grave

You see my face
The serenity in knowing what I do not know
The calm in knowing what I am
The comfort in shedding desire
For your approval
As I have thrown the key into the shadows
Where pride begs the sun not to set behind humility


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      Mark Lecuona 5 years ago from Austin, Texas

      @WannaB - yeah maybe I will...

      @Teylina - I'm just glad you came to question and took the time to do it.

      @raciniwa - Thank you... maybe if I wait six months and come back I won't know what it means either.... Ha...

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      raciniwa 5 years ago from Naga City, Cebu

      yeah, i don't the key either...great poem as always suburban...

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      Teylina 5 years ago

      Perhaps that's where it belongs. I remember in college an assignment on Faulkner--explain what he meant by ____. I made an A without any explanation because I said I thought he was simply writing a great story that wasn't meant to mean anything in particular. So, yeah, these were your thoughts at a certain time. Who are we to question?

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      Barbara Radisavljevic 5 years ago from Templeton, CA

      Maybe it's better to leave us in the dark. That always gives you the option of changing your own mind. Perhaps I am resisting the meaning I think I see.

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      Mark Lecuona 5 years ago from Austin, Texas

      @Empire Mike - Thank you and you definitely said enough for me!

      @WannaB Writer - Thank you. I'm not sure yet if I should reveal it's meaning... maybe you'll be disappointed?

      @Minnetonka Twin - Thank you... that's part of it, yes...

      @Teylina - Thank you. I'm brain-drained too from work... I'm surprised I can write anything these days.... I have to think about if it's best to just let anyone and everyone take it for what it says to them...

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      Teylina 5 years ago

      SP, one of your more interesting pieces with its intrigue. Must admit I'm a little brain-drained tonight (a battle these days!) so I'll read again before I follow WannaB's comment. I wouldn't want to teach it, and now I can't even learn its hidden meanings!

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      Linda Rogers 5 years ago from Minnesota

      I found this to be a discussion on what lies in the future when we die. None of us will really ever know until were gone. Your poetry always amazes me.

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      Barbara Radisavljevic 5 years ago from Templeton, CA

      Some interesting concepts beautifully stated, but I'm glad I don't have to teach a class on its hidden meanings.

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      empire mike 5 years ago from empire, colorado

      sub, i thought this was excellence.enough said. mike