There is a world starved
...after relentless feasting and bellies brimming with anything tempting enough to be consumed.
Stuffed full of anything hoped to satisfy the insatiable hunger for unity with the divine.

I offer from my heart, food enough to allow the entire universe to feast like royalty... but who will take a plate and join me for supper?

I am in a world drowning in tears of despair
Created by its own madness.
If only we could fall on our knees
In laughter
And realise that it is all just a dream
Created because we were blessed with gift of creativity.

Could we fail to see the tiny spark at the core of our hearts
That unconditionally eludes the veil of darkness?