Different gods

t’s a funny thing.

The spirits of greatness

Slips through the cracks

And covers All.

In the space of 

Inside and outside

The lines blur

Boundaries form.

Beyond the above 

The spirit enters

The sea of ethers

Into togetherness.

All spirits are formed

In the great mystery

Of the Primordial Soup

From which all life comes.

The cycles of shapes

And patterns of life

Loss, love, suffering

Death is the final breath.

Every day the same things

Happen to different people

As we are ants

Walking around the rim

Of a Chandelier.