The Inner Sight
Without the inner sight our vision fails,
For all is but appearances of form,
Our inability to part the veils
From outward show reduces to a norm
Of commonplace our knowledge of the world.
Yet moments dawn as in a crystal sky
Of visionary clarities unfurled
When we glimpse the unknown face of deity.
Nothing moves us more or wakes the light
So deeply as these truths our souls perceive,
When shed of ego's vain distorted sight
Our hearts prepare the godhead to receive.
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