There is a highest quest not all men make.
Beneath religion's rigid toxic gook,
a song of inner light calls all to wake
and recognize Grace waits beyond the Book.
Its Life itself, that feeds the seeker's heart
sore-troubled situations to digest.
All things are lawful, yes. Each plays its part,
but not all serve awakening the breast
to own as real, one's consciousness as king.
When freed from fear and fully self-aware,
imagination is a magic thing,
a gift miraculous beyond compare.
In life there is one quintessential goal;
transcend the animal, and be the soul.