If there is a low and a high

It’s in the mind and the inner sky

The mind is tethered to space

Which is a glint of the eternal place

We have run out of ladders

Climbing, and looking for what matters

To the mind, it is always under construction

It’s foundation is set in seduction

It has plucked our faithful consort

Together, in the world they cavort

Blinding our witnessing eye

Leaving us without sight of the inner sky

Awareness pines for freedom from its shell

Tired of the mind masquerading as a beautiful belle

Our wings will span the entire inner sky

Once we become an enduring inner spy