It’s a bubble really
something of beauty that can’t be touched
only felt
it can’t be described only explored
this sense of love
of unity
that lies within without
spirals up and outward
cosmic crazy glue
that permeates all
Does there exist a divine name
that excludes us?
Does a home exist that we can’t claim?
Locks and keys we have
and hide within
and distract ourselves with
what we call real life
tho nothing can be more real
than that which we contain
that which contains us