Poem: Opening One's Eyes

Blind as we're born
A world lost in delusion
Men find the old ways forlorn and forgotten
Instead find alluring golden roads leading confusion

Scarce can he tell,
What among the sand is a pearl
Trading precious his own worth
That he might win the world

But in that long hour of night
Lost between dreams
When the pains of life's loss
Reveal life's existence to be, not quite what it seems

He finds aching a thirst must be quenched,
Though finds himself clothed in the delight of his sense
The old ways left abandoned in times before hence

Yet in the dark finds a candle's small flickering flame
whose light gives the strength shaking shackles from his frame

And though alone sits at midnight,
Where is dark with no light
Finds for a moment,
That his eyes have gained sight

Though what he sees,
Words nay can describe it's form, nor it's time,
Nor it's place
But there saw not for a second, nor minute,
Nor the smallest of space
Yet indeed glimpsed that instant
Buddha's Infinite Grace