Eyes look but they don’t see
… strained …
to see objects of this world
hidden in cubicles of glass
is that a person or a tree
a picture frame, a book,
… or something else …
thoughts of this world
images learned…
are no help
entering a new realm
an existence never perceived
eyes open… we understand
distortions cleared
a picture… crisp and alive
a fantasy comes to life
never in this world
maybe… not the next
… an existence …
we can’t comprehend
no matter how we try
with limited knowledge
learned from books
… not the mind …
patience and faith
is the path…
to clear distortions
and… maybe…
see the other side
… strained …
to see objects of this world
hidden in cubicles of glass
is that a person or a tree
a picture frame, a book,
… or something else …
thoughts of this world
images learned…
are no help
entering a new realm
an existence never perceived
eyes open… we understand
distortions cleared
a picture… crisp and alive
a fantasy comes to life
never in this world
maybe… not the next
… an existence …
we can’t comprehend
no matter how we try
with limited knowledge
learned from books
… not the mind …
patience and faith
is the path…
to clear distortions
and… maybe…
see the other side
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