Angels from Light,
Satan from Flame,
Man from Dust,
Unto dust he ends!
Light has no pith,
No marrow in Fire,
Dust has a core;
Hot, cool and pure.
Many a Dimensions,
Thoughts and hues,
Passions and Emotions,
Only dust has it all.
No Origin or end,
'Soul', we call the Compass.
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Great philosophical thoughs, nicely described the human dimmensions, mood, thoughts, passions, emotions etc. A very good poem indeed,