None the way for me -
does not matter; need not be,
neither I nor thee.

Science is a god
born of self-referential
rationality.

"A dearly-paid inch",
paid at expense of our dreams,
sullies pure desire.

Justified belief
destined to be guillotined,
burned in future fires.

Body is a pet:
unruly, fit to be tamed.
Discipline is key.

Mind is but a curse -
"disease of *****", indeed.
Thought makes not Man free.

Soul is what remains,
a Nothing that remembers,
that does not exist.

All these three are One.
The Sacred is the Profane,
divided for bliss.

None the way for me -
does not matter; need not be,
neither I nor thee.

Love unites the loved
until they blur together.
Truth is in between.