Island where all becomes clear. <br />Solid ground beneath your feet. <br /> <br />The only roads are those that offer access. <br /> <br />Bushes bend beneath the weight of proofs. <br /> <br />The Tree of Valid Supposition grows here <br />with branches disentangled since time immermorial. <br /> <br />The Tree of Understanding, dazzling staight and simple. <br />sprouts by the spring called Now I Get It. <br /> <br />The thicker the woods, the vaster the vista: <br />the Valley of Obviously. <br /> <br />If any doubts arise, the wind dispels them instantly. <br /> <br />Echoes stir unsummoned <br />and eagerly explain all the secrets of the worlds. <br /> <br />On the right a cave where Meaning lies. <br /> <br />On the left the Lake of Deep Conviction. <br />Truth breaks from the bottom and bobs to the surface. <br /> <br />Unshakable Confidence towers over the valley. <br />Its peak offers an excellent view of the Essence of Things. <br /> <br />For all its charms, the island is uninhabited, <br />and the faint footprints scattered on its beaches <br />turn without exception to the sea. <br /> <br />As if all you can do here is leave <br />and plunge, never to return, into the depths. <br /> <br />Into unfathomable life.<br /><br />Wislawa Szymborska<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/utopia-27/
