What they don't know hurts those who do
For there is no path between worlds,
The entrenched corruption of appearances
Is somehow protected, its mirrors unbroken;
People still help themselves to what might be them
And threading the gift of recognition
Demonstrate they care by intending to share
With the absence that is there.
Our vibrations in heaven,
Holograms of the whole,
Don't mind what is missing,
The reaching away in love is all.
The thing inside that needs this
Too sacred to be revealed.
