I have visited islands where,
In solemn praise of inward gods,
A mask was lifted from my Self
Revealing islands of hopes and fears;
Islands where no mortals trod
Nor humans as humans dared.
An island god is an inward god,
Like a god of the sea and a god of the sky,
It removes human masks from non-human Selves:
Masks that separate; masks that obey;
Masks that denied the godless lie
That humans as humans shared.
Thrusting through the godly waters
The island reached into blue-white skies.
Reached eternally in every moment
Carrying my reaching for heaven’s high
Reaching and removing my mortal disguise,
Taking us back – heaven’s sons and daughters.
Sheer black cliffs torment the mind.
Incessant in beauty, this tow’ring black wall
Shelters nests and birds and other things,
And shelters my body from a cold north wind.
These cliffs encompass and echo my call,
Reaching more recesses than alone I could find.
God of heaven, here on earth,
Not finding or Knowing the Self I am,
But hiding the Self and thus pretending
By taking masks and wearing them.
Mistaken for granted, but not Knowing I am
A grandfather of the Universe.
Son of heaven, here on earth,
Wearing the mask that disguised the Self,
Finding the mask before the Island
Finding the island before the Self
Finding, Knowing, and accepting my Self
As a grandchild of the Universe.