The temple sat empty on the hillside.
The nearby farm fields no longer grow crops.
Instead, weeds and wild flowers are blooming.
The faces of the gods are worn and cracked.
Mold and grass were seeping up from the floor.
The crumbling stone walls barely stood up now.
Solomon would have no pride in this place.
Time would reduce this place to dust and ash.
If you made your way to the Rabbi's room,
You would find a square hatch under his bed.
Open it and climb down the great ladder.
Eventually you'll reach the secret room.
In this room lie a hundred secret scrolls.
If you read them you will see many things.
One God, many gods, no God, every god.
One rule, ten rules, a hundred rules, no rules.
More teachings than there are men to know them.
A broken mirror in the mist shows more.
A sun that never shines is much brighter.
It is easier to search a maze blind.
If you were to burn the written remnants,
You'd find beneath them an engraved circle.
Sit in the center; Something will happen.
You'll learn the teaching that cannot be taught.
