So it is with the lame as it is with the blind...
anywhere's too far and impossible to find.
For who can rewrite, or tred back in time?
Down the paths, down life's dippy roads,
where once all ran to a walk, all slowed...
What purpose, what motive has this mystery showed?
Think! The answers to the questions asked!
Why Mountains are mined,
their treasures trashed...?
Why sound is silent or first is last?
What meaning, this mystery, itself concealed...
Only wanting conversions, the hollow unfilled...
And where it is hidden, can it be revealed?
No, cry I, from my spot in the dark,
One sees the flame, birthed of a spark...
much as the mind seat itself in the heart.
So nothing risked is nothing gained,
So nothing known is nothing named.

I once thought that the thoughts that I thought were my own,
But the motive of Mystery itself has shown...
The Masters before me, their Wisdom is known...
For I have seen me in the dark of my heart,
Sophia is there, her truth to impart.
Will you see with your eye, the truth that I bring?
Revealed to the masses, my song I must sing...
The point on the spectrum matters not how,
Circumfunct on the line, only matters right Now.
And can you see it with the eye of your mind?
The Light that came down, the Love that does shine?
In it shines Truth...
that ALL is Divine...
And if you can't see it with your crusty eye,
no matter, I'll show you, so you'll plainly see...
The Light in the sky, for you and for me...
To be mentored, to be shown the unknown...
To bring heaven to earth, our motive now shown.