for Jonathan Miller
For what some say is nothing, we have names,
Like psyche, spirit, daimon, essence, ghost,
Implying an implicit Self with aims:
An animus at least, a Soul at most.
What is it that gives us integrity
That makes us at our highest reach feel whole?
It’s something more than personality,
No artificial construct, but a Soul.
This Higher Self, this essence of our being,
Is what we live and long to realize;
Though no imperious autocrat decreeing
A destined fate, it shows us what is wise.
Consider then your Soul an inner guide
That points your way and helps you to decide.