Perception

Peering through a fence
to the woodland beyond
trees, grass, shrubs,
flowers in the fore.
It all appears flat
on a single plane
like a pop-up book
I’m for the first time, sane.
Observation, determinism,
reality in 4 dimensions,
without us to see it
it’s completely non-existant.

Life in the universe
seeks a nook to manifest
infinite wanderers in a
higher existance,
seeking a spot at
every instance.
Endless movement,
we travel and roam
through dimensions in
the multiverse foam.
Micro and macro,
separate and apart
no need for a theory to
show us who we are.

A multidimensional nomad
in an endless cycle
of birth until the universe
is cold, no more Earth.
Infinity surrounding us,
it could be misunderstood.
Knowledge that escapes us
with no time to evolve.
Clouds of consciousness
in everything, to behold.
A beautiful utopian existance,
in timeless stories told.