the divine is everywhere

but all we see is the mundane

our eyes are misty and vision blurred

it is as though we gaze through a distorted lens

and believe what we see

but what we see is projected by us!

we are the film maker

watching the film

believing it to be real

and behind it all, inside it all

film maker, projector and screen

is the divine intelligence 

beckoning us towards it

yes my friend

love is always calling itself home