Scraps by G A Rosenberg

Pieces of the puzzle coming together
Fractal truths form and break apart
only to find new shapes
as reality shifts
Its all a trick of the mind
so that the soul can see
its own reflection
Divine hide and seek so
blind sages can dance naked
with their elephant truths.

Thought won’t take me there
tho love can light the path
Understand? Don’t make me laugh
the wheel turns, the naga sings
and we can all join the dance
Ecstatic freedom
in spiritual carnality
openness in all things
Godhead whispering
beckoning grace
calling us to the fields

Sometimes it takes too long
in notime
my heart longs
then i hear the music
and the dance continues..