Know Thyself

How passionate my life hath been,
how full of endless suff'ring,
that bitterness and pain are mine
commingled with ecstatic joy;
since infancy hath mine eyes seen grief,
thus low these eyelids long since fell
and forgot to lift again;
my forlorn gaze looks far and wide,
filtered through a visual blur
as I recede into Thought's caverns
and come near to knowing God.
'Twas not strange to know my heart laid bare
amidst the pummeling seas ––
nay, I found sweet peace by grace
within a place which you'd call sleep;
found that I can dine alone
whether poor or 'pon a throne
and be accompanied by kings
while I rest in angels' wings;
found Truth to flow unveil'd
from the mountains to my help,
when I sought to heed Wisdom's words ––
"Know Thyself."