Postcard 22

The autopsy revealed much
About the contents of the body
Everything laid bare for all the
World to see, though it was
Different from the idea we
Carried in our heads about
What lurked inside. We
Searched in vain for a soul,
We found the heart to be a
Disappointment, while the loops of the brain
Failed to grant access to its
Mysteries. Frankly, it was
All too much, too full, too complete.
Where was the chasm of
Longing, the emptiness, the
Infinite space into which we
Poured our religion and acquisitions?
Had we wasted our lives
Looking for experience and objects
Trying to fill a hole that wasn't there?