A MYSTICAL POEM

BY

JERRY CHALK

Painting by Alex Gray
http://www.alexgrey.com

Sometimes the world seems based on deform,
The gods try and rearrange it...
Elements of our world,
Adaptability, fertility,
Their is not a life insignificant,
Every experience is inevitable,
As the wrong choice could be the right choice,
Only the Gods can tell.

Each life experience effects another's,
From rain cloud to rain drop,
To ripples on the surface of the river,
Direct or indirect we touch each other,
How do we do this?
Only the gods can tell

Inside this brain, I pray,
my eyes dreaming eternally images of the world,
In,
A swirl,
An explosion
of elements and time,
Get lost inside yourself...
And maybe the God's will tell you...

(author's note: as we are all gods...collectively and can tap into the instant wisdom of all creation...I was drawn to this site years after...3 years after I wrote this poem...)