Nothing is as far as it seems,
For all is possible in the dreams
Of the one that’s with you, within you.

And dreams are of thought –
What could be more real?
Only a thought can build.
Only thought can heal;

Only thought creates;
And when thinking is done
Those forms you made
Have decided your fate.

And when thinking in One
No thought you create.
(This is the secret of
The opening of the gates,

Of pulling back the curtain
Hiding Light that awaits.)
To release thinking’s tenure
From the illusory sense,

Is to free one’s own life
From this Garden of Deaths;
To return to a permanence
Every man has known;

To return to the sanctity
Of his everlasting home.
But before homeward bound
Thy spirit can fly

There’s a Light within Reason
By which one must abide
And adhere to, when found.
Thus balancing thought forms

Of his past lives,
The seeker no longer shall
Be born or die.