When I closed my eyes some years ago
And saw in the darkness a presence I knew
From my earliest memory as an infant,
I felt as if I had returned to something.
And sacred books then told me
To visit that realm every chance I had,
That there I would find the Way
That the workaday world would conceal from me.
So with faith and hope I returned always
To pay my breath and forsake my longings.
Yet never have the oppressors relented,
In the land of open eyes and daily cares.
The transaction has now broken down,
And all I have left is my devotion
To an entity I once thought owed me peace,
But to which I now know I owe everything.