A twig broken, stuck up in earth, sprouts life
Ant crawls up, spider strikes, thrusts legs as knife
Spider starves, falls limp, ants carry it off
Ever busy, breeding and keeping stock
On air, seas, animals, humans, ride seeds
To perpetuate their precious species
Tiny blade of grass tries to raise its head
Each and every time boots crush in their tread
Theres a living dynamo working away
Drawing from which all life forms make their way
Myriad psychedelic life lights flashing gay
To the Origin I wish to turn now
Not to these to which were all drawn somehow
Come climax, lets bask and merge with Her glow
Humans longing for their Source
Male vs. female
Divine Origin
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