The Grand Illusion

Deep within this Grand Illusion hides the spark of Truth and Light

That cuts the fog of indecision and melts the darkness of the night.

But, as they intertwine each other, homogenize, solidify

They lose themselves in one another, as light melts to shadow, and sea to sky.

The inside then expresses outward, the outside turns to hide within

Truth obscures in dark illusion, virtue masquerades as sin.

But, illumination now approaches, and the Darkest Forces fight

To keep the pendulum from swinging out of darkness, into the light

But there are Cycles in the cycles, smaller wheels the larger turn

and cogs may stick if oils wanting, and you cannot teach who will not learn.

But the masses, reach for reaching's inborn, out of darkness, toward the dawn

As the stars of night flow westward, from darkness' womb to be reborn

And the time of birth approaches, and the pains more frequent come

And the world in awful waiting trembles, in advent of the coming One

But as birth nears the unborn fear it, fear, born of darks familiar hue

So, death to darkness! But...what's beyond it? Is the doctrine of the New Dawn true?

Unknowingly we clutch at darkness, while longing, hoping for the Light

Never seeing that sunset and sunrise are both the answer to our plight

For in the end is new beginning, and new beginnings end what's past

Within the womb birth seems like dyeing, for last comes first and first comes last!

And truth is always veiled in darkness until the Principle is known

That melts confusion into wholeness

And then that wholeness stands alone!