If we are bound up with who we think we are,
It's like being tied hand and foot while blindfolded.
We're surrounded by a darkness that disallows light,
Truth's light, not just low brow psychic fireworks.
What does it take to dismantle this darkness,
To dismember it fiber by fiber?
Can we be willing to let ourselves be undone,
By inviting the Beloved's ever-present presence?