The Wall

There is this wall I’m trying to climb.

It separates me from my Self.

I cannot see

what the divine hand has written

on the wall,

in secret ink.

With the dark glasses of ignorance

that I wear

the writing is incomprehensible.

If I could have only used my eye of wisdom,

I may have seen the writing on the wall-

“I am changeless.

I’m the immutable.

Limitless.

Tranquil.

Formless.

I’m indescribable!”

As I lament on my limitations

waiting for Him to call,

a voice says to me-

“There is no wall.”