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

The way of reason, turns about itself,
the way of desire, loses its own self,
in loss there is turning; in turning there is loss
till desire and reason, loose meaning of themselves.

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

Signs are spilt; ‘look’ you are told,
two eyes are misting; clearing is the other.

Signs are spilt; ‘look’ you are told,
drop your veils and without them behold.

Signs are spilt; ‘look’ you are told,
two eyes are misted; open is the other.

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