The World of Form

There is a sublime order to this world
which we can never fully see
or fully understand.

Yet we are moved
by glimpses of its essence,
inspired by its outlines,
dimly perceived
by our mortal eyes.

And so we paint
our imperfect pictures,
construct our flawed philosophies,
aspiring to the grandeur
of what is just beyond us.

Bound in this bodily realm,
we strain to see
beyond our senses,
conceive of what our minds
cannot contain.

We are cursed
by our human form,
and we are blessed
by our human spirit.