Pupils W-I-D-E Open
The Caterpillar cried, “It’s the End of the World!”
The Butterfly sighed, “It’s the Beginning!”
The Caterpillar spat, “You’re mad and deranged!”
The Butterfly said then, “Just kidding!”
For when the student is ready,
The Master will appear.
But until that time arrives
You’d better not be clear!
Talk in parables and rhymes
In riddles and in stories
Or you’re words will be judged as crimes
Begetting hate, not glory.
Best to keep one’s mouth shut
In the presence of the ‘deaf’
For only when their ears are opened
Can you bring them life, not death.
Never force feed the satiated
Their glass not half but full
For they will rend you in an instant
Declaring you, “The Fool!”
You can tell when they are ready
By a twinkle in their eye
Only then, can you share reality
The Truth, and not their Lie.
Oh, half the World’s in darkness
The other in The Light
But which half’s which is tricky
Not clear as Day and Night.
I know those souls who are waiting
They’re often drawn to me
Their pupils anticipating
The words that set them free.
Then read behind my lines.
For hidden betwixt the syllables
Your lesson you will find.
But if you’re yet happy with your life
There’s no need to seek a pearl
Just soldier on until you twig
It’s the Ending of Your World!