She left in the flare of the sunrise
As I walked in the luminous morning;
Though constantly she had been with me,
She left, and without any warning.
Only the myth of a selfhood—
That counterfeit concept of me—
In one flash of glorious vision,
I knew what it meant to be free.
The song of that split-second knowing
Of a selfhood that Soul has made,
Stayed with me, and I went forward—
Unfettered, at peace, unafraid.
