The pattern of the gods
reflects the bane of their own mystery.

How am I here and what is all of this about?

This question would never even be satisfied
if all things clearly pointed to the simple truth that
One is one with everything.

Only one Way is vast enough
to penetrate the un-ever fathomed void of infinity
upon which all of manifestation hinges.

And to inherit that vision demands
absolute un-attachment to all formed consciousness
while maintaining a perfect balance from within it's conditions.

The easiest way out is through Death's laughing grip,
most liberating through Clear Light.

Thus most men
may only catch a glimpse of Way
on their deathbed.