We are not what we are
We only carry the look
That we wear for the world,
What we feel and think
Remains ever as senselessness
In absence of deep insights
Into the real unknown,
Much more lies in abundance
Behind the earthly lies,
Beyond the seen we see
And the known we assume,
The eyes we look through
Don’t see the Truth,
We feel, speak, and understand
What senses coax us to
Ever hovering as a hoax
To our momentary existence
Existent in a bundle of flesh -
Just as a stepping stone
Between the gross substance
And subtle and celestial sphere…
