G79

A linear timeline, perhaps times a circle, but some people concieve of time the mess, a tangle of string, plonked down on a desk, i espied artissan in all this, but, G, what if time were all time at one time or other, just as my dreams last night, held so many different meanings to discover, sometimes for my release, or shafts of waking lights to to wake up to at night, G, the elephant, so many different religions in my room, with so many enlightened views, the trunk of a snake, the leg a tree, how to describe space, G, what do you spy in me?

Colour and shape fit the pattern of our soul, a kaleidoscope, she stands in relation to all, ive stop looking for Truth thru a prism, seems unreal, but G, mine only, i love you so