Life, according to Plato, reflects the ideal.
This world is but a replica of the real thing
That exists in the abstract as perfect and whole.
Here only is the body – both places, the soul.
On this side, it’s a chess game. Those who would be king
Know that their wills are done on earth, yet it’s surreal.
Folks have called it a barrier; some… a thin veil
Separating the two worlds, both mother and child.
Some can see somewhat easily the other side.
Others won’t see. Indeed, if they did so, they’d hide
That from everyone, fearing they may be reviled
Just for being so gifted. Why such an odd tale?
When we speak of The Kingdom, which one do we mean?
There is only one ideal one. It’s in us all.
All we need do to know this is to look within.
If we do that, might we shed concern about sin?
A significant change in the soul’s protocol
Yields a glimpse into heaven that was yet unseen.