The Three Questions
You have three magic genie wishes, what are you asking for?
The Three Questions:
Beneath the dust, a lamp of gold—
its flame whispered, Ask, and be undone.
“What truth must humankind recall?”
A mirror formed, and I was all.
“What is illusion, what is real?”
The gold dissolved to ash and seal.
“Let my choices turn toward light.”
The flame withdrew into the night.
Now I bear its hidden sign—
the lamp, the ash, the spark, the line.
My Art
The Illusion of it All
My Near Death Experience Arts and Thoughts 