Blind and Groping in the Dark

There's so much beauty here before me, but how little I perceive Of other realms existing here, I cannot conceive Between me and the mystics, the difference is stark I'm an involved creature, blind and groping in the dark While the psychics can see colours for which we have no names Clairvoyance shows them devas flying, while they play fantastic games They also see the difference 'tween them and me so stark As I wallow in the filth, blind and groping in the dark My mind's an open book to them, if they were bored enough to read While Psychometry can tell them more than you would dare believe Or hear me talking miles away, saying some snide remark While I cannot even hear the silence, blind and groping in the dark What makes this so much harder What grinds me finer still Is that I know that I could join them If only I had the will I've know the breaths and Mantras Worth more than any jewel That you'd only learn in ages past After years in a Mystery School But instead of listening to discourses that would blow your mind apart I'm arguing with idiots, blind and groping in the dark Yet inevitably one day I will turn back to the source When the serpent stirs and starts to climb along Sushumna's course On that day I'll ignite again, I am a divine spark Until then I'm the ashes, blind and groping in the dark