In my philosophical quest,
I submit to an endless test:
Tease-and-denial with the Spirit I seek
as a hunter in heat for a Theory of Everything.....
At least it's tiny insights I'm fated to chew
rather than one coherent truth,
for if I could grasp all the answers,
human purpose would have no future.
Ever since I emerged from my mother
I got the urge to merge with the "other"
Behold, your birthright, bones of the earth
Behold, your birthright, bones of the earth
Endlessly I come to the same conclusion,
despite our differences and confusion.
Each one of us a distinct refraction
of one light fractal, reflexive passion.
But the realization never gets old
the realization never gets old
True magick isn't learning new skills,
to gasp and dazzle at novel thrills,
rather the life-affirming satisfaction
re-membering ancient currents long forgotten.
but the realization never gets old
but the realization never gets old