It's not what you seem
But what you are
That beckons the stranger
From afar.
What you say, less
Than what you think,
Brings him questing
To the brink.
The innocent searcher,
Undeceived,
Discerns what is proved,
Not merely believed.
What is, always was,
Will always be:
The beautiful you,
The lovable me.
Implementation
Of what is true
Hastens our heaven
Into view.
