"Je pense donc je  suis."
                                  -Descartes, 1637.

You'll never know,
Though forever wonder

Of the day of your  feast!
It's an unknown moment

In the long annals
Of the Universe's  clock;

And you blame things--
People, places,  principles,

For not giving you enough,
Or not giving you at all.

In fact, you're to blame:
The sheep with the scar,

Cleaning out with naive acts
What might have been of use to you;

Your mind and body fight,
Fight, because that's  all they do,

That's all they CAN know!
Ah, such Cartesian discovery:

One set against the  other,
Without end or result;

For evermore, like ebb and flow;
Day and night, up  and down.

Was Jesus the  solving synthesis--
Sprite or Spirit? He came and left--sole
        individual!

Dualism yet persists,  as before:
Keep reigning as King in your 'mind,'

Though to 'matter' you're
One among six  billion hapless faces!
 
                                               -by
                                   Hakim H. Kassim.
                                  (d. November, 1988)