Have you ever drunk
from the goblet of yourself,
designed your garment
with your own beauty,
worn a fabric of radiance—
one that never fades, never frays?
Have you ever traced
enlightenment’s spark
within the rally of routine,
triviality so deep
it drowns in its own shallows—
a depthless profoundness?
Have you ever seen
the purest transparency
wrapped in dark sheets of blindness?
