What is this illusion
The Mystics talk about?
It is the fruit of worldly minds
Which separate by doubt
But there is no separation
And never could there be
For in truth there is but truth
Can you by spirit see?
In truth you see there was no fall
Or else we could not be
So it’s dying to illusions
That you truly come to me
So then if you would know of love
Die unto your worldly mind
For it’s dying to the self
That in truth you come alive
And then in your aliveness
True forgiveness may be given
It’s then you overcome this world
No longer in it’s prison