Sophia.

Find out for yourself
I can can only guide you
Point you to the start of the way
Which ends in what?
Only the madness of restrictive reason
At the end of the day.

All you have to learn is inside you.

So find it for yourself
I can't even show you
What I know, because I don't even know
Which end is up,
Only that the reason inside of madness
May one day bestow the certainty that

All the gods you need are within you.

For you are a divine thing,
Not flesh and bone but light
And in pure light there is
No good and no evil
Only the separation of colors
Which has created our striven world
A riven world which can only
Be united by returning to white
That sacred light.

For you are a divine thing,
Not made by gods but a god yourself
Entombed in a prison of matter.
And Einstein made clear,
And The Buddha made clear,
And Hermes made clear,
And the phraoahs made clear,
And the Akkadians made clear,
And the Greeks made it all so clear:

There is no matter which is not radiance,
When understood and transformed.

At the speed of light we were formed
And time cannot touch us. It is unreal.
But gnosis is real; becoming is real.
Initiate yourself by looking deeper!

Think for yourself and resist the deep sleep
That mankind has set upon his being
We are luminous things, interconnected
As each wave is to the sea. See.

Don't simply believe me,
Or take anyone else's word for it.
Don't believe, know.
Steep yourself in religion, and in the sciences
And in philosophy, and then just walk outside
And in the sunlight, grow.

And begin to awake from that dark
Dream of duality.
And you will find your perennial philosophy.
And you may indeed meet your Sophia
At long, long,
Long, long, long last.

(JMS 2009)