Who can know, who can tell?

No word is so sure as the ring of the bell.

For every word reveals and hides,

Seems the same but differs —

Each unique but only one special.

One comes only from self . . .

One from deep soul.

To know you have a soul

Uncreated by you,

Gifted to you,

Not the self you man-u-fracture,

Placed by the Heavenly Placer —

Such a soul rings true.

A mysterrious search inside of you,

Safe and sound in dark night,

Going where all souls must go . . .

Counter face with God.