A crooked house, straight,
Upside down is right side up,
The unseen is the real reality,
The narrow road, a boulevard,
Surrender, the real victory flag
Plugged-in, truth unplugged,
Arrived, a stop along the way,
Thirst hunger, hunger thirst.
The high road, the low road climbing
Wading life’s waters is not sinking;
But the real ‘walking on water‘
And, taking a stand, is integrity seated.
Time, is not linear.
Written for Sadje’s What Do You See 70