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