The words, the pieces shifting
The message is intricate in its meaning;
Not as singular pieces, but as everything
Coming together to voice the will beyond thinking.
“Not about self ever”, is etched all over the place,
But still the message gets blurred
By need to find fault in the seen.
What measures long-term, the meaning of self?
Regardless of how fond of its reality the individual is,
There are the puzzles that still await only for the brave,
That one day rise above fate.
Caught in the roles, or in one’s own
Is up to our choice.
So simple, yet, the mind is a maze;
Each, as able, as their will to push past the veils.
Sicut Superius Et Inferius
Latin; As above, so below.