Beyond the realm that carnal eyes discern

Eternally reserved for Mind alone

The Ancient Wheels, though still and timeless, turn

Thereto must matter yield as mist to stone

 

No word of mouth or pen can brave the strait

Nor can sensation's arrows pierce the veil

Alone, can naked Thought behold the gate

Where only Mind can breathe and sense must fail

 

Along the myst'ry paths of Thought uncurled

The unseen hand of Intuition guides

With dignity before the gate of worlds

With Reason's key the portal opens wide

 

With fear and trembling comes the shock of pain

As all that once was real dissolves and flees
With agony, the ego's rent in twain
And from its broken shell the soul flies free

 

What manifests is deep and hidden Real

No sound or words are there for ears to greet

The force and matter of our world revealed

as but illusion and an imp's deceit

 

What once called out to hands and eyes in lust

or crooned, enticed, and teased desire with greed

Is rendered into shadows, smoke, and dust

By ecstasy of pure reality

 

All tangible illusions are destroyed
Emancipating what was once concealed

And, overcome with transcendental joy,

Ascended Soul cries out, “The Ancient Wheels!”

THE ANCIENT WHEELS
 

By Caleb Beers