Words of Wisdom - a collection

Of the generations of texts on Earth, I will have read only a few.
The ones that I keep reading in my memory, reading and transforming, from South, East, West and North, the paths converge that have led me to my secret centre.

These paths were echoes and footsteps - women, men, death throes, resurrections, days and nights, dreams and half wakeful dreams.
Every inmost moment of yesterday and all the yesterdays of the world.

The Danes staunch sword and the Persians moon.
The acts of the dead.
Shared love and words.
Emerson and Snow.
So many things.
Now I can forget them.
I reach my centre.
My algebra and my key,
My mirror.
Soon I will know who I am.