You made me of light, a reflection of your own
And I enshrouded it in a heart,
Secured it in a cage
And enveloping sinews.
I covered up in clothes
And retreated into a house of bricks and stones.
How many layers, how many moats have I built around my reality?
Too many - to even perceive that which is real.
Veils upon veils, till the light is dimmed, a murky memory that it is even there.
Seeing only the illusions of my coverings,
I have lost myself in this maya.
A quagmire of false aims.
To become luminous once again.