Brother and sister awake now-
you cannot fool me anymore-
lost you have been, I know-
In what grips you evermore-
yesterday, and yesteryear-
the past that came before-
scars they will leave, perhaps-
wounds that will forever sore-
so here and now you must, stand still-
for pathless is the way that leads, to the ageless shore-
what of my sanity and what of religion-
dwell not on the nature of belief-
ideology can never be your mission-
you see truth if you show truth-
do not be fooled by worldly vision-
you hear truth if truth speaks through you-
a verse of which there is but one rendition-
you feel truth when truth becomes you-
in this act you can make no omission-
and in time, perhaps, the moment will come-
like the specs of a magnificent golden sand-
it will slip right through your petty hand-
no matter the force, no matter the grip-
until you, you alone can understand-
how dazzling this moment can be-
end and beginning, where sea meets land-
the ancients once spoke of it-
a momentary blink in time, indeed spectacular-
When you know, you know you are not-
whoever it is you really think you are.