Man has fallen, looks into the illusion.
Material overtaken the senses.
Just physicality remains.
Modern science, the newest religion,
And burden of true intelligence.
Whilst all is available, he stares,
Into the abyss of duality.
How can it be, that we see all colours,
red to green?
Yet have only one?
Vision of the wise ancients knowing;
These eyes are for Maya;
The pine cone pierces through.
Transcend this falsity.
There is but one Light, magnificent.
But know, you are that which you seek,
And Now, Maya winks.