... is patient

It's natural, unnatural
Yet altogether real

The science of attraction
Has advanced in our days,
Yet the chemistry of compatibility
Is still writing in caves

The elements may join seamlessly
Yet the spark is absent
The charges may fire repeatedly
Yet in union, resentment

We trust it like it's solid
Building, pounding
Yet it's only a shell
Without its core resounding

It creaks, hurts, and shatters
But with its core
It heals, mends, and flatters

Cryptic yet obvious
All guiding yet underestimated
Essential yet a choice

It's often blind, deaf, and even mute
Always it is, if there's nothing to fill it
For it is only a shell
But the core is the Spirit


-Neil Abellanosa
Spring - Summer 2007