David Taylor - Ripples In The Mind

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

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