We appear to be
both self contained
and soul unlimited.
When we get a sense
of the divine workings
behind the curtain,
we tend to get bored,
annoyed and frustrated
with what’s in front.
Anything could
happen in this life
and it wouldn’t matter.
We all comes from the same place.
Our lives are simply a
beautiful deformity of details.
Trail Wood,
8/26
We project a facade,
seemingly whole within ourselves,
yet our souls span infinity.
When the mystic threads
unravel from behind the scenes,
boredom and frustration beckon,
the grand spectacle now mundane.
In this existence, all is possible,
devoid of consequence or significance,
For from a common origin we emerge,
Unified, our roots trace back.
This seeming life, a captivating aberration,
Detail by detail, woven askew,
A beautiful deformity, a cosmic enigma.
Trail Wood,
8/26