The material vessel, the body
Such a way to mask our glory
Creating thoughts, only dirty
Thus roams, the notions of adultery

This is the reason they do not see
The love and light I have for You
Is endless like the deep blue sea
Thus, I wait for the clue, Your cue

To forever conjoin in bliss with You
I have to be twined with You
In every part and every facet
With my spirit and mind out of the casket

Stringed with yarns of shame
The body is always in fame
Albeit it merely carries the glory
Of the spirit and mind, it’s still heavenly

So they must look beyond the crude
To their bodies, never be rude
To see that each is in harmony
Their spirits, minds and bodies
As they tell an intriguing story

Twisting the light within
Angering their spirits and minds therein
Their bodies’ do feel sorry
For the ways they have turned its story

“Shame not on me,” it says
“I am more than you, in every way”
“For you are weaker, and I am your master”
This, most follow, without a say

They succumb their spirit and mind
To the conducts of their body
They reflect solely on the body’s kind
Behold, the masquerade is growing sturdy

I’ve to say that the body is winning
In every plausible way
I concur, it is friendly and cunning
Yet, they say nay


~EG