The Serpent's Light

Being certain to be the serpent giving sermons,

Amongst the trees above conscious, sub consciously.

For in the dark I am the light,

In the light I am.

Being certain to be the serpent giving sermons,

Speaking wisdom through roots and shoots.

Amongst the trees, high above conscious thought,

Subconsciously weaving what knowing has brought.

For in the dark, I am the light,

Silent spark in shadowed night.

And in the light, I am—being certain to be,

The dreamer dreaming reality.