As the slowly shifting desert sands of time
Create ever taller dunes for all lost souls to climb,
It is within this arid, barren world of little reason or rhyme
A search for Truth must begin, to find the water of Love sublime.
Oh seeker of truth, God’s high mount you would climb,
While stumbling through the valley’s shifting sands of time.?
Stop confusing your mind with worn out rhyme and reason
For they are eternally charged by Truth with treason!
Oh mental marathoner, with only a treadmill kingdom to command,
A mind running others’ words and thoughts sees only secondhand,
While forever chasing in vain Love’s all-knowing voice
Be still, for with thought’s end, is true cause to rejoice!
Oh marionette’s dancing image on the screen of our world’s mind,
With culture’s toxic beliefs in control, what freedom could you find?
Release yourself from their temporal, binding strings,
To prepare for wisdom that an awakened intelligence brings.
Oh shadow boxer of evil when will you ever retire?
Tis champion of a lonely dream world to which you aspire!
Stop resuscitating dead illusions with mental pugilist blows,
And rest in the knowledge and love of the One peace truly knows.
Realize the Truth that God’s high mount is mind’s illusion to climb
Created by restless, dreaming minds caught on the merry-go-round of time.
The unillumined mind remains forever bereft of Love’s rhyme and Truth’s reason
Forever chasing after mirages until it sees its movements are guilty of treason
Please wake up to Love’s voice, sweet somnambulator
And realize the eternal Truth that the I within you is greater,
Than any scripture, knowledge, or memory you ever formed or learned
Then the world will reflect back to you the one for whom you always yearned
