Eliade is ambiguous
Abraham and Isaac too

Ishmael knows ambiguity
God hears in Hebrew

I cannot fear my contradictions
They prove I am quite human

My mind flies toward the divine
But no one is assumin'

That I actually get there
I'm down here with all the others

So often so afraid
For my wife and sons and brothers

The body is the prison of the soul
According to Plato's teaching

But those bodies look so fine
When beauty Satellite Beaching

The soul is a mystery
No evidence until its absence

Sometimes I think she's my soul
That I haven't had since

We all become a corpse
Cornel West says that's funky

Eaten by worms or burned to ashes
Discarded and car *****

When my body turns to ashes
Throw them in Elliott Bay

If T.S. Eliot swims by
Tell him I say Hey

                         Along the Way