People seek pearls and do not know how to dive
They crave diamonds and are not prepared to dig
They carry stones and cannot let go of the burden
They run around when sitting still is appropriate
Truth cannot be found for it was never lost
What do they seek, these walkers on a path
Some image, a memory, other times, other places
Empty spaces in need of constant filling
Illusion grows any flower to confuse the seekers
Meditate on the rose, the emblem of the family
Many will deny the family and in so doing
Deny the worth of self within
The family does not deny them
Only they can do that
The Mother waits with open arms
To welcome us home
Her voice is calling
Her face is in your dreams
Home is not a dream
The dream is what is presently half-lived
And taken on as real
If these words seem strange
It is because of division
A lack, a void, a need
Maintaining a dualistic separation
Between thy self, our very own stranger