Some men see rock and think of mineral,
while others see a granite heart resist
coercive thugs and threats, in general.
Beneath the maze, the ways of Grace exist
and those who sense this come to understand,
interpretation's modes indeed define
the cast of consciousness, we each command.
Our wisdom's blind, yet one with the Divine.
The fare we eat is really 'dog-nuts stew'.
A soldier's mind is needed to patrol
reactions, and respond to each days poo,
thus clarify impressions for the soul.
Ever deepening planes of meaning span
the endless cosmos, there to be learned by man.