Our desires and those invisible fires: A poem 

I can say I accept and don’t fidget with divine words 

I don’t synthesize and digitalise the sounds I’ve heard 

Do I need to feel certain that it should, eventually, all fall in place 

Or take it in with sublime unexpectant grace 

You see, these atoms that fit the molecules we live in 

are only circling in an ignorance of believing 

in the mundane; oblivious of the widest thing 

that goes overwhelmingly beyond our dreams and understanding 

And what we think we need to achieve is meagre winning 

like a garment that can’t imagine what’s beyond its hemming 

We can sense heat and cold but are unaware of radiation 

We can believe in religion without experiencing any realisation 

Because we love what is knowledge and we adopt what are lies 

Because we fancy our relationships, and accommodate our ties 

We think not how inimical are our materially satisfying desires 

And how little we recognise, and respond to, those ignored invisible fires