*does anything make life meaningful
will it ever make sense
or are we destined to cry for eternity
simply let go and be free
give measure and comparison a rest
set your intentions high
follow the sun
and become musically sensitive
as we make our arrows sharp
we become sparks of the divine
no theories can ever contain this
no words could ever express it
it remains a mystery
yes we can point to the divine
like a finger pointing at the sky
but still the divide is infinite
even as the divine is immanent
there are no splits just unity
yet the girl performs her aerobics
with grace and precision
each split a vision of eternity
i seek lightning and trudge up mountains
you follow rivers and kiss the comfrey
i peak behind the curtain
and smell the sweet embers burning*
Nov 21, 2017
Nov 21, 2017 at 11:19 AM UTC
*does anything make life meaningful
will it ever make sense
or are we destined to cry for eternity
simply let go and be free
give measure and comparison a rest
set your intentions high
follow the sun
and become musically sensitive
as we make our arrows sharp
we become sparks of the divine
no theories can ever contain this
no words could ever express it
it remains a mystery
yes we can point to the divine
like a finger pointing at the sky
but still the divide is infinite
even as the divine is immanent
there are no splits just unity
yet the girl performs her aerobics
with grace and precision
each split a vision of eternity
i seek lightning and trudge up mountains
you follow rivers and kiss the comfrey
i peak behind the curtain
and smell the sweet embers burning*
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