Feet are never facing
down,
While walking upon
the Earth,
Gravity gives us that
illusion,
To help deal with
confusion,
But not with the
physical,
Which seems physical
all the time,
Yet touched upon in
messages,
Upon the walls of
time.
These corridors we travel,
Backpedaling forward,
As none can travel
forward,
In a continuum of all
directions,
Though trapped within
the moment,
We stride within our
race,
Constricted within
illusion,
From the magnificence
of space.
Our words are
meaningless sounds,
In which meanings are
agreed,
As we relate within
confusion,
An ocean of
distractions,
In the quest of life
truths,
For only ideas can be
pure,
As we sort with
borrowed breath,
Dividing the clear
from the obscure.
Observed walls of
dimensions,
Are but a paper
house,
Thinly veiling the
incalculable,
Within the continuous
unheard howling,
Beyond which the
Absolute,
Existing from before
the start,
Orchestrates music of
infinity,
From love within the
heart.
And so we see
ourselves,
A brief flicker in
the darkness,
Yet the truth is in
the heart,
Our souls will ever
shine,
Adding to eternal music,
Though we thought we
could never,
For our every thought
and deed,
Shapes life’s song
forever.
