Saturday, July 14, 2012


What is it to be human and an I?
We do forget the wonder of it all.
Our Ego was not in us at our birth
but somehow magically emerged with time,
growing in coherence and in depth,
and if we are well favored by the Fates,
we may evolve in sensibility
toward subtle knowledge of mysterious things.

At which point what seemed random proves designed
By spiritual intent beyond the ken
Of undeveloped orders of the mind—
It’s not a point of whether, but of when,
     For finally we’ll know how we came here,
     And what our purpose is will grow quite clear.