Seeing What Is, A Poem

You've seen all there is to see,
Now you may see what Is.
Here behind a mask
there is your naked Face.

A flower is not what you think it is.
Nor is your self.
Drink from the flask of Reality,
and be quenched.

To see This,
open your eyes.
You are not in the dark.
Sing a song with me,
a song with no words.

Stop moving for a moment so you can see,
before you miss everything.
See This.
You've wasted enough time,
now the snake bites.

Time is running out,
open your eyes.
The flower bends over, the petals begin to weep.
Here.

Before it's too late!
Look.