Ball and Chain

No mirror shows reflection were it not for light and dark, that which surrounds and enfolds us, warms and chills our inner – the deeper degrees of being. Numbers, weights and scales are our own inventions, for God keeps no such account, seeing only, who walks in with us, and how we arrived – Our internal image charged by those oscillating fuels of love and hate; spoken and driven~the engines moving us forward and back as a humanity...can stall at the foot of a mountain, or on a one-way bridge – gleams that never find a return channel to steadier stars, unable to escape the firmament-gravity of super-glued ego – Lust for Power, jealousies, need to control others and all else in our environments, are some of the Balls And Chains we sing about, rhyme and push our poetry, while leaving our souls trailing behind – True Soul-life, not only sentient feelings, but the spirit body of God appealing to us, from out the mist of our wanderings, longing for conscious reunion –