The alchemists envision symmetries.
Astrologers exalt the influence
of planets. In the dance of their degrees
the templars search for prime intelligence.
But how can simple hold complexities?
A toy bedecked with mirrors is no tool.
A talk is tuned by personalities.
An easy answer’s cherished by a fool.

If anyone has found the way so far,
then sure as words the finder hasn’t writ.
We wouldn’t be as wasteful as we are,
as senseless, as asleep, as desperate,
if someone found and also sought to share
the portal to the path to self-aware.