Tell us not once, but often
That we need no further exposition,
Books or cults or emigration.
Tell us again that the shadow cast on the wall –
Is the other side of beauty.
That to touch it brings no danger –
There’s no need to fear the truth.
But we’re slow to claim our freedom.
The dependence on our bonds
Has been nurtured by our loved ones
And projected on our gods.
So, be patient with our questions –
With our need to chrystalise.
Don’t let us vegetate in symptoms,
We will never be content with lies.
For ever, as we dimly see
Our hearts and minds confess
That this is near the truth to which
We can at last, say ‘yes’.