Free To Roam
The mind and body dualist,
his prison for a throne
Confusion reigns where consciousness walks,
where can it find a home
The soul the prize that matters,
the spirit up for grabs
Proximity defining its own lie,
positioning unclad
But somewhere in the distance,
and somewhere heretofore
A laughter lives beyond itself,
escaping its own core
The zero-sum dilemma,
what Sages claim to own
Lay far beyond what’s deep within
—where truth is free to roam
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2020)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2020
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