By Y. Ari Bey


Illusions of mind will always take form

Victims of thought in a torrid brainstorm


Seeking for ways to clear one's mind

and glimpse at the essence of something divine


Head hurdles will come to hinder and snare 

Seemingly endless, but really not there


Visions blinded by pride, ego and wealth

Obstacles rise when ye loose sight of self


Let go of all things that are outside of thee

And learn to love you, a man truly free