You are touched by a feeling – it is true inner sight.
I know those I love as the greater part of me,
But then the reason is unspeakable.
It must remain a mystery.
Still I would pray to feel the action of creation.
It is thought to me – your ecstasy –
My heart, your inspiration.
Is there a simple way to plan the course of each new day?
By free will, you are determining.
You are the teacher.
I am the way.
Hopes, dreams or visions?
The journey is yours –
Cast off all burdens and walk through the doors,
The encounter with souls?
Be as one:
Perfectly whole like a star. Overcome
Other reflections – those lunar rays
Dazzle the senses to madness in ways
Which mortal connections interpret as bliss.
But wholly uncertain is light-feigned.
A keen mind uncovers the mystery of age
With prophetic books. The curtain is raised
On secrets – the manuscripts – found and unfurled,
Longed-for and meant to bring sight to the world.
The essence of beauty is shown and unbound. Say:
“Darkness be banished to deep underground.”