The two . . . or more worlds

We can’t put time in a bottle nor the lives we live. We can’t extract what nourishes us by containing it within glass; both the light and the dark follow us wherever we go no matter how fast we zoom along. The grandparents are watching us, visiting us, and even feeding us, often unbeknown to us each day. We foolishly separate what is common from what we call “spiritual,”  seldom realizing that the worlds we enumerate are all somehow comprised of the same substance that is the universe. Sometimes, we only tune in to the nature of things  when we dream and finally notice that we all have partaken the “food of the gods,” which was called MEADE!