"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 Kassim.
  (d. November, 1988)