(an inner perspective)

Perhaps Valhalla occurs within
each one of us through veil thin
as inner battles of opposites
explode and scatter all our wits

while tearing apart the life we have built
and leaving behind an inner guilt
wondering - are we insane?
what have we done to draw the bane

of ancient powers, older than time
that speak in potent magic rhyme
and change magnetic fields with verse
while tipping spin of universe

could all the chaos be a game
played by gods we cannot tame
or could it be a hidden treasure
realigning time and measure

arising from our own potential
when we accept the gifts essential
proffered by the distant powers
that never died, above us shower

gifts of grace, as meaning of
the living energy of love

? Michaelette ?

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