The Sacred Thread

Our lives are full with fleeting things

And the emptiness that knowledge brings

Unless we live and soul derive

From deeper vaults of memory

Essentially or mystically

The reason that we live and strive

Exhausting our humanity

In death or in a world-ennui.

Why do we lose the sacred thread

And find in pleasure our daily bread?

Fulfilment of the body's lust

Leaves in its wake a hardened crust

And in the winding sheets of mind

Eternal spirit rendered blind.