really?

there are no aliens,

as in ufology,

as in non human,

extraterrestrials;

other than,

who are,

angels

and

demons

invisible beings,

just like the air,

we breathe

surrounding us

like a plane there

suspended

like the movement

of things called feelings,

axioms of truth,

like love

or hate,

accepted or dismissed,

yet true

we are,

in reality,

aware of,

truth and lie,

good and evil,

axioms of,

spirituality

and physicality,

one is pleasure,

the other pain, . . .

simple,

and complicated,

all in one,

paradoxical

conundrums,

of the ages . . .

. . . one burns your feet,

and corrupts your soul,

the other,

the holy one,

peter's friend,

washes your feet

and cleanses your soul

the holy one

whose word is truth,

knows and makes,

the rotation

of galaxies,

and even the universe,

. . . yet,

he chose

to die for you . . . ,

and me, . . . ,

and,

if one is willing,

this great Lord,

strong,

and yet humble,

will wash your feet