NECTAR

The path to shortcut
Tunnel through time
Not knowing the length
Of the hole that
It was infinite

The rest resides
Not in beginning
And end in particular
But the thoughts
Beside the brain

The only hindrance
Bubble in birth
And end in death
Why comes light
And why comes dark

The path is framed
Round the Potters wheel
Not because of potter
But the clay which
Lay hidden in mixture
Of soul and nectar!