Eternally Divine

Winding, twisting and turning

Deeply rebellious instincts

Having fun just fondling eternity

And loving in the falling rains

Indigenous, erogenous foolery

Deeply chicane wanderings

Rapidly switching between life’s lanes

Screeching tire sounds proclaim

The haste we feel to arrive

Travelling but really getting nowhere

But hoping all the same

Does it really matter that much?

Are we aiming straight and true?

Or are our nice words so much double Dutch?

Uttered with a wasted breath

Am I better off drifting on through

Looking, watching and perhaps learning

Reaching for the eternally divine

Ignoring the passing of time.



Image: Where Heavens Meet – Freydoon Rassouli

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