You cannot help yourself
In that arena down below
With the fruits and the crystals
Grasped like gears.
It's a pleasant enough stay
And you can linger there for aeons
But not if you want to know
How it feels.
Your head must tilt upward then
To call the light as source of joy,
For then you'll be absorbed
In who you are
And can know this fractal stretch
Of experience which,
By being known, can be absorbed
In larger knowings,
Which become who you are,
Down here, blinking aware,
An agent of the state
Of higher consciousness.
