Poems of Narad

The Light Within

The illusion is that we know ourselves so well.
We work and sleep in comfortable clothes
And build our world a heaven or a hell,
Suffer the joys and failures life bestows

React as one in anaphylactic shock
To those who wound from envy or in spite
The surface man in whom we place our stock
And sometimes savour a perverse delight

In retribution at our foes expense.
We are pinhead personalities
Content within our circumscribed defence
We attend not to the inner voice that pleas

For recognition who has been the guide
Through births unnumbered beyond unmeasured stars,
Ever the guardian, ever at our side
Inspiring us to break out from the bars

Imprisoning us in bodies made of dust,
Throw off the chains become what we truly are,
Begin by faith and ultimately trust
The light within that now seems dim and far.