There's so much beauty here before me, but how little I perceive
Of other realms existing here, I cannot conceive
Between me and the mystics, the difference is stark
I'm an involved creature, blind and groping in the dark
While the psychics can see colours for which we have no names
Clairvoyance shows them devas flying, while they play fantastic games
They also see the difference 'tween them and me so stark
As I wallow in the filth, blind and groping in the dark
My mind's an open book to them, if they were bored enough to read
While Psychometry can tell them more than you would dare believe
Or hear me talking miles away, saying some snide remark
While I cannot even hear the silence, blind and groping in the dark
What makes this so much harder
What grinds me finer still
Is that I know that I could join them
If only I had the will
I've know the breaths and Mantras
Worth more than any jewel
That you'd only learn in ages past
After years in a Mystery School
But instead of listening to discourses that would blow your mind apart
I'm arguing with idiots, blind and groping in the dark
Yet inevitably one day I will turn back to the source
When the serpent stirs and starts to climb along Sushumna's course
On that day I'll ignite again, I am a divine spark
Until then I'm the ashes, blind and groping in the dark