The world unseen by mortal eyes
Attainable by hearts made wise
The sage who sees through earthly lies
Whose spirit walks beneath the skies

The pious soul in silent prayer
Becomes the truth she seeks to find
She drinks the light that lives in air
And leaves the veil of dust behind

The virtuous, with quiet grace
Is one with what she understands
She does not chase, she does not race
The world she seeks is in her hands

She is the world, not far, but near
A breath, a flame, a sacred sign
The truth is not beyond, but here
Alive in those who make it shine