Home of Truth and Higher Man

What is mortal that remains

What residue of self exists

When the body disappears?

What is this arrogant too-full mind

That thinks itself the wondrous All,

This body with its endless needs

This heart now wounded, now alive

To love, to longing, never still,

These lungs that with the final breath

Collapse into the death of things.

Where is the spirit hid in man,

Does soul survive our brief time here

Are we more than what we seem to be?

Now the world erupts in war

The tribes of man relentlessly

Destroy that which they most fear,

A brotherhood beyond all creeds

A unity of differences,

A oneness based on light within.

The sages come and leave again

This sanguineous earth of grief and pain

Erupting now against our sins

Against her body and her cause,

Beauty inconceivable,

Habitat of divinity

Home of truth and higher man.