Everything in this book has been very logical, so I felt I would describe enlightenment in a more poetic fashion, considering this book has been based mostly on logic and how we can deduce an understanding of reality. Therefore, I’ll add a poem.
While your experiences contain love,
Your later difference finds a danger.
With a light shining not from above,
Your past self seems a bit stranger.
Acceptance is on the line.
A choice is presented.
Your self is in your mind,
Hoping to not become demented.
Another errant beckoning of Satan,
And you risk a cold abandonment.
With temporary frivolity,
An oncoming sadness is hidden.
A frivolous inequality,
And a desperation in rhythm.
The body is a system.
It relies on cooperation.
A miraculous bio- and tele-system,
A temple that echoes dalmation.
A meshwork of gears,
Slipping or engaging.
With a careful approach,
A flawed yet bright light brings little danger.
Hidden in the light is a quiet reproach,
All seeking to make one stranger.
Hidden in the light is an allusion,
To what you truly enjoy.
There are two sides of the elusion;
There are two ways to employ.
Lucifer calls you forth,
And only a careful response will suffice.
Not for the light, but for the true North,
Will you find steadiness on the ice
Of a sudden beckoning
And a sudden opportunity.
The wind asks both a warm and cool reckoning
Temping to either disturb or facilitate your unity.
Satan alone does nothing
Nor does any angel, really,
Without the life of your trusting,
Like a frog on a water lilly.
It is always up to you,
However, this includes your peers too.
There is a way that one should continue,
And there is something that could happen due to
The careless assay of a mixed message.
The disregard of one’s internal overview.
However, with a clear mind,
A clear vision should follow near.
It shouldn’t be too tough to find,
All it takes is not to veer.
Once knowledge of the path is upended,
The automobile of one’s psychic mobility is disguised.
Appearing as two or three instead — amended and blended.
The direction becomes lost, in a deceitful surprise.
A light is too easy to mix with darkness,
We need something much more steadfast.
With a light, I can hide dimness,
But with knowledge, lies do not get past.
The eternal gate of Heaven and Truth,
Stands steady for us to witness.
From the epitome of youth,
To the epitome of experience,
This guarding Angel brings us coherence,
To bring us sanity, and as such, the truth may never disappear.
The lost one longs for His reappearance,
To remind one again of the Great Premier.
The show of the eternal theater,
The meaning and play of the eternal memory.
A memory which is a reminder,
That the world originally bears no treachery.
A resolver of strife,
With a realization that life sometimes needs arranging.
Like a long-known gift of life,
The truth has always been unchanging.
And while it may change in appearance with time,
Its meaning will never dissuade.
Our collective founding memory is in rhyme
With all new memories that life may convey.
So, it is perhaps we can stay true,
To the home within our minds,
With facts that are like glue,
The truth is something that reminds
Of a place of coherence and solace,
A building and a construction of safety.
A place without much interference and one that is flawless,
To save us from abduction into a place that is crazy.
We may see something hopeful on the horizon,
Portraying words that exist in our heads.
We may behold a splendid diamond
Looking at this rare word we do not misread,
But instead feel elation from its sparkles,
A word marvelous to the eyes.
Then I remember again how this word started.
It was from a word quite centralized
To our body of knowledge and awareness of life,
The word knowledge itself, preparing the way for perspective
Gives us joy, gives us power, and gives us life,
Ameliorating damage from a convolved perspective.