The Dividing Line
Look at the extremes,
One is black the other white;
Move towards the centre,
Synthesis seems in sight.
On one side is the flesh,
On the other is the soul;
Dividing line is invisible,
You might well explore.
Start mixing basic colours,
Create millions of shades;
But a stage will arrive,
When distinctions will fade.
Butter is in the milk,
Scent is in the flower;
God is within this body,
Just churning is required.
Genes and atoms probed further,
Might such secrets reveal,
As may astonish both,
Fanatics and the atheists.
