Transcendental Sonnet #1331:
How Spirit Can Soar When Flesh is Not Wasted

The ideal of transcendence beckons me
To rise above the petty and commonday
Actions and distractions of humanity
Yet I ought not must not cannot turn away
From my brothers and sisters of humankind

Denying my flesh is not good for my mind
Inasmuch as I am human I have needs
Which although long denied are destined to be
Pieces of my puzzle of thoughts words and deeds

A being not only of spirit am I
Nor is it natural for my flesh to die
Unfulfilled without ever having tasted
What it is like to be in love and to see
How spirit can soar when flesh is not wasted

+Steven Curtis Lance



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