Gleam

From my chains in the dark of Plato's Cave,
to sunlit blues and greens of Mother Earth,
I've risen from the mindset of a slave
to midwife my own mystical rebirth.
My sisters and my brothers still in thrall
of shadows miming grand dramatic roles
depicting inkblot wisdom on the wall,
are doomed to pass as unawakened souls.
What salts of higher self do some inhale,
that dazzles them to see and redefine
those classic steps which span tradition's scale
must stretch beyond mere Earthborn to Divine?
One then can see, a heart of holiest light
beats underneath our lifelong inner night.