There are some things that science cannot see
Consigned within the realm of mystery:
They are more truly matters of the mind
For which no instruments have been designed
That can illuminate that hidden crypt
Where all things metaphysical, tight-lipped,
Conceal their secrets from intruding thieves
That only an initiate retrieves.
Such mysteries include that entity called soul,
That source of energy that keeps us whole
And gives each one of us identity,
A template of what we are meant to be:
One of a kind within the universe
Who will awhile in consciousness immerse.