A lad once asked, What is divinity?
Are you mad that you strive
your whole life, for divinity?
And what could I say? Divinity
is writhing in the bed sheets!
huddled in the fetal position,
Twisting and Turning, Yelling and Screaming
in a silently booming echo of mind! Divinity
is transcending time, a miracle of sorts,
Stamped with Iron Imprints on the soul
of teachers, ideas, countless years past;
IT’S when the glass soul goes through a
Meat-Grinder! churned into ragged small shards,
black glass falling through bottomless pits—
and still kind enough to sincerely say,
“Hi! How are you?” with a smile.
Divinity, is to laugh and dance in life’s
Quicksand!Time! Divinity is ludicrous enjoyment
of a skipping child on an ocean of green, Jell-O
molding glass shards into colorful )mosaics
a singing blue salmon surfing the firey streets(