The Nature of Our Nature
How is it we are drawn towards
the better angels in our minds,
the ones that lift and help us drift
beyond our space and time?
What causes us to question
who we are and whence we came;
the reason for existence writ large,
from stars to drops of rain?
Who was the first man, woman, child
to shift their gaze up high,
and feel the stir of something deep
and loving in the sky?
And why do we keep asking
Who, what, why, when, and where,
will we ever find the answer
to what lies beyond thin air?
Why ask about those old dead Greeks
and the way they lived back then?
Who cares about lost empires,
and their enemies and friends?
Why be concerned with philosophy,
archeology, science, math?
Could there be a Master Mind somewhere
that set us on this path?
As humans, who like angels,
too often barely comprehend,
the nature of our nature
is to rise like vapor, to ascend.
And thus, we keep on questioning
and beckoning to know,
the reason we keep asking,
is in our hearts and blood that flows…
Hidden treasures in our veins,
raging rivers of insight,
with all the answers we’ll ever need
lay in slumber late at night.
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