That we only know ourselves walking
In this world?
What veil of sorrow hides the beauty?
Were we to pull back the mask of consciousness,
Would day and night blend into eternity?
Are we only a faithful step away from reality
As we cast about in our hopeful waiting?
Do we reach into the ether like a grasping hand,
Where no one is looking?
There they have ceased consciousness.Are we the dream while awakening awaits our sleeping?