The Eye Beheld

In the eye of the needle

Is where the soul rests

But for a moment

As it passes through 

On the camel's back

It is less of an incline

Than climbing Mount Everest

The ride

Was not clear from the start

It seemed a simple task

A ride to the market and back

But oh, the ride 

Continued on

On into eternity 

It seemed to take one turn

Then another

But then straight 

It went again

All the riches

Fell at the sides

As the camel started 

To limp

The riches of poverty

Overcame the soul

And the truth 

Was made more clear

In the Oasis

In the mirage

The mirage

Was actually there

It was no mirage at all

For the eye of the needle

Was in the eye of the beholder

And you were beloved

All along