The mystery of evanescent breath
That vanishes from mortal beings in death
Inspires a quest to find our spirit’s source
Some call Élan Vital, a vital force
That permeates the living universe
Proving itself a blessing and a curse.
Though we must die and know our fate is sealed,
There’s recompense in finding that a Field,
A Code informs and underlies all being,
Which intuition knows beyond all seeing.
Though breath expires and spirit flies away,
It’s only in our sight they cannot stay:
Somewhere we cannot fathom they will be,
Yet we’ll catch glints of that Eternity.