Poem 1 (on a painting) by Dan Allen
In the beginning
When my Lord disappeared behind the tree of life,
When "I" was cast though the veil
When my love of matter slayed my love for god
Time appeared and held my hand
When knowledge covered over my innocence
When pleasure and pride filled my newly formed mind
When intellect formed a scab over my eyes
Comfort took hold of my reigns and guided my prancing thoughts
Where lays the crack in this veil The heart seems to know
What the mind can't perceive
I seek a n d sense it closeness
But every thought merely strengthens the separation