Free To Roam Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

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)