Inner Light

There is a light coursing through our veins

Comes freely and does not put us in chains

A darting intelligence, subtle and swift

From it springs an embodied gift

Tell us the reason, cry the earnest

Forsaking sleep and nightly rest

The inner eye is blind to that light

When it can see, it’s a blinding sight

The mind has usurped the reins

Tempting us with its lofty claims

Romancing us with a softer light

Making it hard to say its a sorry plight

The mind is temporary as lightning

Our dependence on it is frightening

The deeper light electrifies the inner skies

Signals the enlightened self to shed disguise