Standing atop the sand dune of Time,
we wonder whence we came, whither destined
and if life we see is real or a shadow
of a deeper reality beyond our finite mind.

Mystics and scientists alike confound us
with opposing visions of reality;
To one life is only an illusory drama,
as men of science seek proof of finality
and aver that Time exists only in our mind,
that Space conceals more than it reveals.

Is our Mind mere interplay of neurons
or, as mystics say, a disembodied quality?
Is life playground for the ubiquitous DNA
or a body endowed with inner spirituality?

Is God a photographer missing in our
picture, standing away beyond our vision,
or have we all divinity in each of us
which, to seek, mystics say, is our mission?
Standing at crossroads, ill at ease,
we seek newer paths to inner peace.