Lo, a tree, come see, come see!
Come see what He has shown to me,
for He and you, not us, but I,
from deep below to far ahigh.
Lo, a mist, come hear, come hear!
Come hear what Is, He holds adear,
behind the veil you chose to wear,
not here, not now, not then, not there.
Lo, a dust, come feel, come feel!
Come feel the Ground, upon the Real,
the One within without withal,
Who Is, I am, and not at all.