The Divine

by Roy K Austin
(Dorset England)

Every time we name it
we seek to grab and claim it,
in vain temples, house it
to build our lives upon it
and this, we call ˜ the life ˜ !
Cut water with a knife
for we might just as well -
our counterpoint is hell,
and what we think we know
wont fill that empty shell
that shapes our status quo ;
no matter what we say
loves mystery will blind us,
and as we lose our way
eternity will find us,
eternity, will find us.

..........................
(from the mysticseed)

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