On a spiritual path
you are crazy to somnolent souls
whose bodies move and breathe
in realities of “Sound and Fury”
that spawn illusions of ‘The other’
Take heed they will kill you in self defense
with their tongues
For their dreams bite them
and suck their blood
and the gods they create
will go to the grave
with their brains
And they will return
over and over till
they become as children
For Creator is Love
beyond human being understanding
And time is just a word