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