Signs are spilt, ‘look’ you are told,
understand your veils and through them behold,
how they are shifting; one veil upon the other,
let bewilderment enter and spread its hold.

The way of reason, turns around itself,
tradition’s way, is lost through its-own-self,
from loss one turns to turning, from turning ends in loss,
till tradition and reason, lose meaning of themselves.

Signs are spilt, ‘look’ you are told,
know your veils and despite them behold,
how all is formulated; one knot upon another,
let bewilderment come and claim its hold.

Signs are spilt, 'look' you are told,
let two eyes be misted, let the other behold,
not reason nor tradition, can witness what that can,
a truth of every moment, that words will leave untold.

Signs are spilt, ‘look’ you are told,
drop your veils and without them behold,
how all is illusion; existing through an-other,
let bewilderment reign and declare its hold.

Signs are spilt, ‘look’ you are told,
witness the witnessed; the One, unfold.