The Light Within

The illusion is that we know ourselves so well.

We work and sleep in comfortable clothes

And build our world a heaven or a hell,

Suffer the joys and failures life bestows

React as one in anaphylactic shock

To those who wound from envy or in spite

The surface man in whom we place our stock

And sometimes savour a perverse delight

In retribution at our foes expense.

We are pinhead personalities

Content within our circumscribed defence

We attend not to the inner voice that pleas

For recognition who has been the guide

Through births unnumbered beyond unmeasured stars,

Ever the guardian, ever at our side

Inspiring us to break out from the bars

Imprisoning us in bodies made of dust,

Throw off the chains become what we truly are,

Begin by faith and ultimately trust

The light within that now seems dim and far.