Saturday, December 27, 2014


      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.