It is in life as it is in ways, the shortest way is commonly the foulest, and surely the fairer way is not much about.
The
Ship you are riding on,
Look where it is
Heading:
Your body’s port is the graveyard.
Realizing the destiny of each clay bowl
Tossed into the sky
With no one to
Catch it
I finally
Accepted the Beloved’s kind offer
To enroll
In
His sublime,
Ball-busting course
Of
Spirit
Love.