Nothing but misconceptions,
a seeming hardness of touch
where lies but minute particles.
All in a great expanse of space
sprinkled with folds of gravitation
making mere matter coalesce.
Looking into night sky and thinking to be real
a cosmic history of far travelled light.
We look dimly into the past;
and see no future.
The only reality a fullness of love,
that seemingly permeates through
and fills space-time with soft enfolding curves,
throughout the flatness of a material world.
Moon smiles on a rippled mind
as eyes deceived by starlight twinkle;
until stillness descends on troubled hearts
and there, truth is revealed.
David Taylor
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ripples-in-the-mind/
