Deep beneath the thickest skin,
past muscles and the ligaments,
behind those bones, beyond all blood,
the immaterial you begins:

the halo of a soul aglow,
incandescent, still unseen,
a mystery to the sciences,
persisting through all ignorance.

There is a way to find it, though,
with inward sight, through mindful faith.
To sense it where our senses end,
forget perception: we transcend.

Transcend © Copyright 2021, Robert J. Tiess.

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Submitted: March 2, 2019