Estrangement

How is it we’re aware of self

And yet feel so estranged?

What is it that we sense we’ve lost

And hope we can regain?

Is not birth our beginning?

Is not our death the end?

If nothing comes from nothing

There must be an origin

And this must be eternal

Hence, can never terminate

For change is mere potential

Blooming from a latent state

If we come from that essence

Then we share identity

We be one with the cosmos

And adjoin Divinity

The mystery of the universe

And Self are both the same

The wonder of our sentience holds

The ever holy flame

We grapple with illusion

This mortal glass so dark

The truth of all reality

Reflects the inner spark