We live in an expanding universe.
Mind beholds its own enlarging consciousness.
But how our understanding shrinks
As profound discovery yields more data
Which demonstrates our abject ignorance.
The red shift of distant lights
Are the demon-eyes of absurd eternities
Racing away with our will to comprehend.
The sentient grasp of reality: is it bounded
By the finite cranium of our imagination?
Anthropological art forms from our blue past
Give rise to conclusions that self-awareness
Is only as perfect as our myth of reality.
Who is to say that electro-magnetism
Unifies our cosmos any more grandly
Than a world on the back of a turtle
Or Brahma's head on serpentine coils?
Even now we argue our premises
And primary assumptions.
Neither Bacon nor Buddha can prove
Whether Reason or Enlightenment prevails
Over Ignorance or Maya.
Neither Christ nor Carl can show us
Where heaven resides.
Reality belongs without exclusion to the Masters:
Lao-Tzu, Einstein & Hawking,
While the Fundamental reason still holds
The Sun at bay with Joshua's Arms upraised.
How many angels can dance on the head
Of an uncertain expanding pin?
More today than yesterday,
Maybe as much as tomorrow.
