The key Opens no door Reveals no mind No spoken word No belief or faith
The mystery Remains as so Locked With no need for human reflection As the illumination Within the soul Directs shadows Towards the false witness That lines the walls Of grey-mattered egoism Selfish points on a map Guiding those who are interested Toward my greatness
But is that not what I speak of? There is no greatness And the key knows this
What insight exists When every utterance is challenged? When fishes and loaves are not produced? When water remains water? When bread and wine are not body or blood?
Who can say what they heard? Who can describe what they see? When those who saw Were unable to tame their fears As it led them to hide in shame When those who did not see Were unable to tame their courage As it led them to their grave
You see my face The serenity in knowing what I do not know The calm in knowing what I am The comfort in shedding desire For your approval As I have thrown the key into the shadows Where pride begs the sun not to set behind humility