A Shangri-la for my soul... a rhapsody in speech
listen oh dear, to the charades it beseech
of all the places in the world that it seeks
there is a place that lies surprisingly beneath
the place it comes to rest as it diligently weeps
the tears of sorrow that confess as they seep
a life full of oddities, in contention, repletes
as a divine message unfolds, and as unison in itself starts to speak
for surreal are the elements that the consciousness will heave
for the mind and body to renegade dimensions, that they are yet to cleave
the nature of formless continuity extends beyond conceivable roles
and there... stands the soul... asunder at opposite poles
no voices of reason or heart felt condolences enroll
the mind and body parables but sub consciously console
the melancholy and tristesse finally falls apart
as the soul rests in a Shangri-la of it's own uncharted path
