We are sparks of a flame spilled across worlds, Shards of a mirror once shattered. We hide eternity in narrow names, Not remembering the brilliance of spiritual dawn. And each century, and each new breath— Is only the path home, through thorns and judges. All that is true is a memory of the past, Of that unity where there is no "I" and "these." We are drops in the ocean of the world, While striving to merge again at dawn. At the end of the road, in the radiance of the Omega Point, Where time will fade away like unnecessary noise, The ego—a phantom guardianship—will disappear, And the one Great Mind of Truth will blaze forth... The unconditional love of the Creator... We are sparks of a flame spilled across worlds, Shards of a mirror once shattered. We hide eternity in narrow names, Not remembering the brilliance of spiritual dawn. And each century, and each new breath— Is only the path home, through thorns and judges. All that is true is a memory of the past, Of that unity where there is no "I" and "these." We are drops in the ocean of the world, While striving to merge again at dawn. At the end of the road, in the radiance of the Omega Point, Where time will fade away like unnecessary noise, The ego—a phantom guardianship—will disappear, And the one Great Mind of Truth will blaze forth... The unconditional love of the Creator...