From the beginning, I've been someone else,
Shipwrecked on the jagged rocks of the world,
defending illusions to resist the sprouting of humility in the hallow garden of my soul.

I pray helplessly but endlessly 
for truth to defeat me utterly,
that I might stumble upon this
strange, reflective mystery.

The secret voice of God animates my faith,
as I walk undaunted over arid sands of untold anguish to pass beyond all that can be seen
in search of this invisible source.

I tremble as mirages fade in the one silent vibration. My heart erupts in spiritual fire,
a portal at the center of being, swallowing me,
as I sink into the unfailing presence of divine love, anchoring my soul in untainted compassion.

Surrendering to these flames of grace, 
I arise reborn like the phoenix,
carried by the wave of life,
stripped of shadows and guarded
by fierce angels with glowing eyes
against the storms of pain I have known

So that finally, after years of being drenched,
I take root as a seed of truth
at last, piercing the veil to grasp the 
first rays of eternal being.