My mom wrote this poem nearly 20 years ago. She discovered it among her papers and e-mailed it to me today. As I read it, I couldn't help but notice the uncanny resemblance to the book by Paulo Coelho.
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You run hither and thither
knocking at every door
searching everywhere
Flying high over the mountains
diving deep into the sea
seeking the unknown
chasing the mirage across the desert
Looking into the crystal glass
and the magic mirror
torn asunder by conflicting loyalties
or perhaps lack of it
Undecided Unconvinced
disturbed and perturbed
oh ! You Ignorant one
The Revelation waits to Transform you
If only you would look within yourself
