Dear Lord,
Deliver me from the whirlwind of infinite opinions.
I have found no peace at all in them;
No satisfaction in theologies, philosophies, and systems of metaphysics.
For each question answered, ten more arose in its stead.
This rabbit hole, I believe, has no end at all.
Now I, dull-headed and empty of sophistry,
Burnt out from wracking my brain
And straining to make sense of clever word-play,
Desire only to sit and listen to the sound of the birds,
The wind rustling through the leaves of the trees,
The children laughing at play.
The silence of my meditation
Is filled with the Voice that speaks
The Truth no tongue has ever uttered,
Nor ever was penned in any book, however holily esteemed.
My mind's integrity remains
All that in my life is sacrosanct.
Return to thy native simplicity, O my soul!
And discover again the wisdom of folly.
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