This sinuous line
in the stony path
is an illusion
a deceptive form.
This insidious whisper
is a dream
an elusive talk.
This rampant problem
is nothing more than
a wavering view of spiritual identity,
creeping into my life,
a slippery ruse, yet,
a timely opportunity to restore spiritual ardor.
Regardless of the bite or the bait
on my way,
is to drink in the spiritual evidence of Life.
Proving the medicine of Mind—
the only real remedy
for dismissing serpentine thoughts,
for shaking off fallacious laws—
I find Truth
the spiritual record of my being.
No serpent story in my existence
since Christ Science
belies the lures of mortal mind.