About things ultimate, I’d rather know
Than just believe, and be assured
My consciousness will not just simply go
Extinct, but of its waywardness be cured,
Then hopefully advance toward higher states
Of spiritual maturity to gain
Such wisdom as a life well led creates,
Lifting me to a more exalted plane
Where from that prospect I may better view
With full Akashic clarity the scope
That cosmic consciousness reveals as true
In actuality, not as a trope.
Enlightenment is now a metaphor,
But then a beam of brightness in my core.