Could it be I misinterpret Truth's radiance,
If prematurely taking that knowledge as my own?
What if I think I, as I take myself to be, will inherit,
Will be handed over the key to spiritual treasures?
Or could the Truth's lure have other plans,
Like poisoning the deepest core of this false mind?
To infest and divest this false image of myself,
To reveal a real restlessness for the Real?