The Hooded Guardians

The sun rises and sets

So our eyes perceive

Is it not an illusion

That the sun moves

A rainbow in the sky

A mirage in the desert

A cottony cloud

A snake in a rope

Relying on the unreliable

Perceiving through the limited

Living limited lives

Never touching the truth

When sense organs shut down

When desires triumphed over

The real becomes unreal

A new reality appears

The vision changes

And the serpent rises

Love and compassion

Become second nature

Dismissed as hallucination

Or wild imagination

The truth is whispered

The divinity lies hidden

The treasure is guarded

By the hooded ones