Is two plus two less splendid than a tree?
or babies less beautiful than the breeze?
The endless shapes of Earth's reality
themselves are moving mirrors. These serve to tease
our sleeping brains awake, to wonder who
is real within the shell of self we know.
To name a thing as right or good or true
is wisdom from a cistern deep below
our normal draws of fantasy and fear.
A love most rare and glorious awaits
those souls that soar their inner stratosphere
in conscious flight, to find their Peak Estates.
Be willing to pursue where, how and why.
There's more afoot than Doctrine can imply.