I can compare you to a plain wooden box,
Worn by the years and the weather,
and left unnoticed, by me and others;
Until for a reason I cannot grasp I am compelled to open you.
Your radiance flies out
And is upon me.
I cry out and split open.

Is this how it is with saints?
A saint walks amongst us and we do not notice.
Only a few people lift the lid.

Remember what the spiritual teachers say:
Real life is within!