It’s hidden from the thinking mind,
in a place that’s so far out of reach.
Hidden away beyond all chatter,
in silence behind mundane speech.
It’s not hidden from a true seeker,
though never reached with words.
In realms of clarity and vision,
in vastness of being we’re heard.
In discovering authenticity,
not in temples built by our minds.
We climb up the steps to divinity,
with falseness left far behind.