Her seductive implications
flirt with my analytical mind
she plays hard to get
like ether mist...
frequently vibrating 
no place and everywhere.
Can't put a finger on her or 
contain her with formulas 
and theories...

I gaze into the depth of sky
and scratch my head 
where I've scratched it 
a thousand times before...

Her power rivers through
every universe of time, 
of mind, of us
yet is elusive to the eye 
that looks for it.

With our own two eyes
the shadow of power 
is all that we can ever see 
or measure.

I could consult the scientist 
from the spectrum of fields
the guru or saint...

but the pure essence of power...
this no ego can ever know.