It's more spirit than body—
just a dream,
soon to lose its steam,
a momentary gleam,
a focused light beam.
God particles crystallize the dream,
polish its surface,
close and stitch the seams.
Human concepts and ideas
conjure universal schemes.
Here, science bends—
the dream gives it meaning.
We create as we see,
thought emerging not from body
but from the soul it embodies.
Internal powers set hidden courses,
confusing the source,
so the soul may reflect,
inspect, maintain—
all from a place unseen.
Flesh and bone—mere vessels of soul;
soul itself a command—
from a super-consciousness:
the observer, the controller, the manager,
knowing this reality—
and soul's reality, too.
MyKoul
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