Splinter

Hearts in an instant splinter like ice
on a pond/

The precious few chosen long ago
turn mind bent singularly in its
own satisfaction, its own hunger
primative without remorse
realizing there's no roadmaps to
the crossroads
and
there are no real truths
only
the mystery which is
the magic/

The universe is infinite in soul/

We are the beings of that infinity/

It is the moments which are
gifted upon us by the Gods
allowing
sudden revelations
fueling our journey/

-George Jung