splitting reality
what is reality, other than a landscape of energies
where attractions form bonding equalities,
where all take note in limits..
when human wonder traces the universe?
Is it an all encompassing conciousness
whence all arrived, and all will go
while space and time dance.
and laws tango..
..as entities collide,
where could we really be?
does it really matter without a mind?
Are we revealing a greater force?
A force that states : its matter.
A mind as force itself?
an all encompassing "place", where all is contained..?
An existence where our purpose is ingrained?
Is there room for everything, everything in a sphere?
A spherical realm where planets rotate?
where the hierarchies of science rule..
A universe of systems that give meaning to why,
how knowledge delivered purpose,
and purpose gives life?
Can thoughts be objects themselves?
Like particles in the sky..
Does "being" have a limit,
Like materials that dry?
Is there any real thing.
Other than what we percieve?
Is it worth finding?
Or is experience the bottom line?
Can experience create meaning?
Meaning that echos into the empty void..
Reaching distant stars,
Where life my be listening
Listening closely for us,
As we hope to find another life..
Where does everything split?
Where does conciousness meet?
By human understanding..
..does 'concept' reach defeat?
Do objects dissapate?
Does knowledge correlate?
Or is all, within all..
To experience fate.
A collection that fades away fast,
Underneath the stars of our future,
Hiding the contrast of darkness,
From the lights of our past.
where attractions form bonding equalities,
where all take note in limits..
when human wonder traces the universe?
Is it an all encompassing conciousness
whence all arrived, and all will go
while space and time dance.
and laws tango..
..as entities collide,
where could we really be?
does it really matter without a mind?
Are we revealing a greater force?
A force that states : its matter.
A mind as force itself?
an all encompassing "place", where all is contained..?
An existence where our purpose is ingrained?
Is there room for everything, everything in a sphere?
A spherical realm where planets rotate?
where the hierarchies of science rule..
A universe of systems that give meaning to why,
how knowledge delivered purpose,
and purpose gives life?
Can thoughts be objects themselves?
Like particles in the sky..
Does "being" have a limit,
Like materials that dry?
Is there any real thing.
Other than what we percieve?
Is it worth finding?
Or is experience the bottom line?
Can experience create meaning?
Meaning that echos into the empty void..
Reaching distant stars,
Where life my be listening
Listening closely for us,
As we hope to find another life..
Where does everything split?
Where does conciousness meet?
By human understanding..
..does 'concept' reach defeat?
Do objects dissapate?
Does knowledge correlate?
Or is all, within all..
To experience fate.
A collection that fades away fast,
Underneath the stars of our future,
Hiding the contrast of darkness,
From the lights of our past.